Every human being was consumed by emotions and desires. The old Theodore had been numb to life, only experiencing a sense of being alive when he pushed his body to the limit with continuous work, but he was genuinely worn out.

Ariana came into his life unexpectedly, but she brought color and vibrancy to his world.

He could no longer tolerate a world solely composed of black and white.

So, no matter there was love between them or not, Theodore refused to let her slip away fromhim.

In the past, Darian would always speak of love, professing his adoration for Theodore's mother and uttering sweet nothings. Regardless of the promises he made, they didn't prevent him from seeking pleasure elsewhere, engaging in affairs with other women, and ultimately fathering a child out of wedlock.

Theodore had never placed his faith in love, nor did he wish to speak of it. He wanted no trace of Darian in himself.

There was a knock at the door, and Horace entered the room. Upon seeing the man sitting quietly by the window, he let out a sigh in his heart.

When he saw Ariana leave with a pale face earlier, he suspected that they had a disagreement.

It appeared that the situation was grave.

“Horace, tell me, what is love?" Theodore gazed at the horizon and abruptly inquired.

Horace pondered for a moment but was unsure of what to say in this instance. He hesitated and replied, "Perhaps it's the unwavering conviction that we're meant to spend the rest of our lives together with someone special."

Theodore offered a wry smile. So this was the so-called love? Maybe he had already fallen for Ariana, but he hadn't realized it.

“Boss, you and Mrs. Anderson..." Horace began, but then thought better of it and stopped. He was genuinely curious about what had transpired between them earlier but didn't dare to inquire directly.

Theodore didn't wish to answer him. Instead, he questioned Horace, “Do you love your girlfriend?"

Horace stated confidently, "Of course I love her. Why would we stay together if we didn't? It would be a waste of life. But I can't predict the future. All we can do is cherish the present."

“That's great." It was unusual for Theodore to express admiration for someone. At times, simplicity could be the key to overcoming all obstacles.

“Even though I'm not sure what transpired between you and Mrs. Anderson, communication is crucial. It's only through genuine sincerity that we can truly understand one another." Horace attempted to console him.

Theodore smiled, not wishing to prolong the conversation.

"Go prepare the car now."

“Where to? The hotel?"