“Put me down; I can walk on my own."

Theodore reluctantly eased his grip, allowing Ariana to regain her footing and venture forward independently.

She stood at the doorway, her eyes scanning the room with a discerning gaze.

The layout was simple yet immaculate. A gentle scent of bamboo incense permeated the air, swirling in delicate wisps of smoke and enveloping the space in a warm, tranquil ambiance.

"I have arranged for a weekly cleaning service, ensuring the utmost cleanliness in this place. You can feel at ease here," Theodore explained, his voice carrying a casual tone. He then inquired, "When do you plan on departing?"