Sensing Theodore's scrutiny, the waiter discreetly covered his left hand with a towel.

Theodore remained silent, his composure intact. He calmly picked up the glass and took a sip before directing his gaze back to Ariana.

Silently, the waiter served the dishes—each one carefully chosen to be Ariana's favorite. It was evident that Theodore had put genuine effort into celebrating her birthday.

Yet, the more considerate he was, the unhappier Ariana felt. She couldn't vent her anger. If only he had treated her poorly, she would have had a valid reason to engage in a heated argument.

Perhaps due to the intensity of her emotions earlier, her stomach suddenly churned, causing her to frown in discomfort. Casting a glance at the food on the table, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her.