"Would you like to play a game with me and neither of us can stop in it?” Theodore asked seriously while drawing Ariana closer to him.

After being petrified for quite a while, Ariana snapped back to her senses and flung Theodore's hand away.

"I don't want to play some stupid game with you."

Then she hastily broke free from his arms and turned to leave.

Would it hurt him to say he loved her and he wanted to be with her? He had to say a bunch of nonsense and confuse her with words she couldn't understand at all.

Ariana felt heated with feelings she didn't understand, either embarrassment or irritation. Either way, she saw red and cursed this man in her heart multiple times.

Yet, frankly speaking, she was aware that it was already difficult for Theodore, a man who always remained reticent and stoic, never saying any meaningless words, to have told her sweet nothings and shown affection.

For a moment, Ariana thought she wasn't capable enough to keep up with the way the reserved and intelligent man expressed his love.

Certainly, it didn't rule out the possibility that Theodore was deliberately being ambiguous about what he was actually trying to express in the first place.

By the time she made it from the living room to the hallway, a couple of possibilities had run through Ariana's mind, each of which occurred on the premise of them getting divorced.

She thought all she needed to do was act tough and leave without looking back.

However, she could hear the sound of a wheelchair behind her. The man had stubbornly followed her all the way to the door.

With a straight face, Ariana put her hand on the doorknob and paused. She knew she should turn to look at him briefly and say goodbye expressionlessly, and then leave without hesitation. But when she turned and met Theodore's bewitching eyes, her heart softened, and all thoughts of leaving dissipated. She asked stiffly, "Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something to eat?"

Theodore suddenly burst into laughter. His usual cold air crumbled away like the ice slowly melting under the warm winter sun. His eyes watered with glee as he laughed. He was touched by her affection. His heart felt warm and fuzzy, and he had a strong urge to engulf Ariana in a hug and make her his once and for all.

How could she be so adorable? All he could think about was winning over her heart and body so completely that anyone else would never get the chance to have her.

In the kitchen, Ariana squatted in front of the double-door refrigerator, rummaging through the ingredients in the fridge with her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. With her eyebrows furrowed, she complained about the lack of ingredients inside the fridge. Considering Theodore's picky personality, she couldn't understand how he had been able to put up with eating dried bread and instant food every day.

She looked everywhere she could, but she couldn't find any serviceable ingredients.

Theodore sat on the side quietly, his eyes following Ariana as she bustled about, his gaze never straying as if he was the kind of husband who could never stand their wife leaving their sight for even asecond.

Of course, he noticed Ariana's discontent, so he explained casually, "Aside from an old man responsible for the daily maintenance and cleanliness of the manor, | never let anyone come in here. Horace drops by occasionally, but only to send me things, and he only puts them at the door of the villa. That old man doesn't know how to cook, so, whenever I stay here, I eat what I have here."

Hearing this, Ariana tried her best to resist her mouth from curling up into a smile.