She was standing with her back to Theodore, and the smile in her eyes was obvious enough to be discerned.

At first, she was dubious about whether Helen had stayed the night, but now she was convinced that Helen had never been here. How could a delicate woman like her, as a patient with poor health, bear to eat what one could barely call food?

“What ingredients do you need? I'll ask Horace to bring them over," Theodore offered.

Ariana nodded and didn't turn to look at him, trying to appear demure. She turned around, got some paper, and wrote down the ingredients she wanted.

After finishing, she realized that all the ingredients she listed had something to do with Theodore's favorite dishes. For fear of being discovered, she furtively altered a few of them.