When she was about to lose control, she felt a cold finger pressed against her lips.

Ariana's heart skipped a beat. Seriously? Why did he use his finger? Shouldn't he use his lips?

Theodore wiped her lips gently.

Looking at the crumbs on his finger, he said softly, "Someone's greedy."

And pretending to be asleep.

Theodore deliberately kept the last sentence in his heart, pretending he didn't know that she was awake. He acted as if Ariana's eyelashes were trembling because of a nightmare, nothing else.

Ariana thought her act was good. However, her breathing betrayed her. She held her breath for a long time until she heard his wheelchair roll away.

Theodore maneuvered the wheelchair to the opposite side of the bed, attempting to lift up the quilt, but it was wrapped beneath Ariana.

Observing her feigned slumber, he sighed in exasperation.

"How am I supposed to sleep if you're like this?"

Without opening her eyes, Ariana extended a finger from beneath the quilt and pointed at the other bed, indicating that he should sleep over there.

Theodore nearly burst into laughter. He leaned over, pinched her cheek, and said dotingly, "You want me to sleep on the bed that a roach had crawled over?"

That was exactly what Ariana meant. Not wanting to engage in conversation, she continued pretending to be asleep.

“T understand."

The sound of rustling fabric reached her ears, and she felt Theodore's hand leave her face.

Then, the light was turned off.

Ariana was secretly happy. She knew he would compromise; it turned out she knew him well.

However, before she could bask in her delight, she felt someone lie down next to her; his manly scent wafting into her nose.

To her surprise, Theodore actually lay down next to her.

Then there was a moment of silence. He made no attempt to move once he was on the bed.