Chapter 569
When the air grew heavy with tension, a knock on the door of the private room broke the stalemate.
A waiter dressed in a black uniform entered, pushing a dining cart adorned with a birthday cake and an array of delicious food.
Ariana averted her gaze, attempting to calm herself.
Her eyes were red, adding to her pitiful appearance under the warm glow of the candlelight.
Theodore lowered his head, toying with a lighter, his eyes fixed on something.
No one could discern his thoughts.
‘The waiter poured a glass of red wine for Theodore and placed fresh roses in front of Ariana.
As the waiter tidied up the tableware, Theodore’s gaze fell upon the calluses on the waiter’s hand and a scar on the back of his hand.
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.
“Are you feeling unwell?” Theodore immediately noticed her pallid complexion.
He set down his glass, his expression filled with concern.
Ariana lowered her hand, which had been covering her belly, and shook her head.
“I’m fine.
I’m just too hungry, so my stomach is acting up.
”
“Mr.
Anderson, the dishes are ready.
Call me if you need anything,” the waiter informed before preparing to leave.
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As the waiter was about to leave, Ariana stood up and tuned to Theodore.
“I need to use the bathroom.
”
Anxious, Theodore asked, “Are you leaving?”
“Don’t worry.
I won’t leave,” Ariana assured him.
She offered Theodore a sincere and gentle smile.
“I want to have a happy birthday.
It’s been many years since anyone celebrated it with me.
”
Ever since her mother’s passing, Ariana hadn’t celebrated her birthday.
She intended to cherish the memory of Theodore’s kind treatment, even if they couldn’t ultimately be together.
“Do you want me to accompany you?” Theodore’s worry for her remained persistent.
He always had a lingering fear that she would leave him, causing him unnecessary insecurity.
Ariana averted her gaze from his face, fixing her eyes on the candles adorning the table.
She spoke calmly.
“Please trust me.
Light the candles on the cake and wait for me to return.
”
Theodore nodded, watching her exit the room.
In the corridor, leaning against the door of the room, Ariana wore a somber expression.
She pondered what would transpire between her and Theodore after the birthday celebration.
Could she obediently stay with him despite knowing so little about him? Could she continue to place her trust in him?
Perhaps Helen was right—voluntarily leaving would be the better option.