Once seated, the waiter presented Ariana with an immense bouquet of champagne roses. Struggling to hold them, she placed them on the chair beside her.

She gazed at Theodore in astonishment.

"Did you send me these flowers? What prompted this surprise?”

It was Theodore's first time making such a gesture, causing him to feel slightly embarrassed and awkward. Nevertheless, he nodded subtly to maintain his composure.

Ariana blushed, surprised by Theodore's thoughtful gesture. She found it amusing since it wasn't something he typically did.

In fact, she wasn't particularly fond of flowers, but no woman could resist when the man she admired gifted her with them. Ariana felt delighted yet increasingly anxious about her impending conversation with him.

The dishes served were all her favorites. It marked the second time she and Theodore had shared such a formal meal. The previous occasion was Valentine's Day, which had concluded in disagreement.

They quietly consumed their respective dishes, each waiting for the other to initiate a conversation. The atmosphere was somewhat peculiar.

Ariana's heart raced. She gripped the fork in her hand and sipped her juice as if steeling herself. After swallowing the food in her mouth, she inquired, "May I ask you something?”

Theodore met her gaze, set down his knife and fork, wiped his hands with a napkin, and replied, "What would you like to know?"

“How do you feel about tonight's dinner?" Ariana asked hesitantly. Although she didn't want to ask this question, she was uncertain how to broach the topic she truly wished to discuss.

Theodore was mildly surprised by her inquiry. He chuckled and said, "It's quite enjoyable. Horace selected this restaurant, and his taste is usually impeccable."

Ariana agreed, "Yes, it's quite nice.”

Subsequently, she was at a loss for words and unsure of what to say next.

Ariana reached out to touch the roses beside her and inquired, "What's the occasion for these flowers today?"

Perhaps she should have said "roses" instead? In Ariana's understanding, roses were typically reserved for one's beloved.

Theodore remained silent, simply gazing at her.

“Theodore, you've not only sent me flowers but also moved in next door. You've been attentive and supportive. What exactly are you trying to achieve?"

Seemingly fearful of his response, she continued without waiting for an answer, "I confess that broke my vow and fell for you during our marriage of convenience. It's infuriating. So, this is my final question, and I ask you earnestly, do you genuinely care for me?"

It was only after asking the question that she felt a sense of relief. If Theodore were to provide a negative response, she would abandon hope entirely.