On the way, Bella thanked Theodore.
"For what?" Theodore raised an eyebrow, curious.
"For everything," she replied, her tone laden with gratitude. "For arranging clothes for me and for giving me an opportunity to showcase my designs to Miss Willow." A captivating smile played on her lips, crinkling the corners of her eyes.
Theodore found himself momentarily speechless, captivated by her genuine expression. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his tie. "It's nothing," he mumbled, attempting nonchalance. "As your husband, it's what I'm supposed to do."
The warmth in Bella's eyes vanished like a flame snuffed out. Her smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of confusion and unease. Why did he keep reminding her of their marital status? Didn't he say this marriage was only on paper?
"Our marriage is temporary, Theodore," she reminded him bluntly, "a contract marriage. I don't…"
