Cannot Turn Against Immediately

The fact that she had voluntarily sought him out today was already unusual. But even more so, it wasn't about that exhausting divorce talk.

Then what did she want? Was this another one of her schemes?

After six months of marriage, Theodore had long learned that whenever Sigourney acted out of the ordinary, something was bound to happen.

"Then what is it?"

His voice carried a sharp chill, filled with suspicion. He was ready to stop her the moment she said anything unreasonable.

"This evening... will you come home for dinner? I want to cook something for you."

Dinner? What trick was she playing now? In all the time they had been married, not once had she willingly sat down for a meal with him.

Aunt Miller would always bring her meals up to her room, or she would only come down to eat when Theodore wasn't home.

Yet today, she invited him to dinner-one that she would cook.

Had she taken the wrong medicine or something?

Sigourney watched his unreadable expression and anxiously clenched the fabric of her nightgown.

Her sudden change must have caught him off guard even before he could process it.

Seeing no response from Theodore, Sigourney mustered her courage and pleaded, though she couldn't hide the slight tremble in her voice.

"Is... is that okay?"

"Dinner with me? You cooking?"

Theodore repeated her words as if to make sure he had heard correctly.

Was she really asking him to eat with her? Or was there some ulterior motive?

"Uh... yes."

So he hadn't misheard. But his suspicion only deepened.

Without responding, he picked up his coat and walked toward the bathroom, completely ignoring her invitation.

Sigourney stood frozen, watching him go. Memories of all the things she had said and done to him before flooded her mind, and even she was shocked by the stark contrast to now.

Ten minutes later, Theodore emerged from the bathroom, scanning the room.

Sigourney was no longer there. Had she given up on whatever game she was playing?

He fastened a sleek black Swiss watch onto his wrist, grabbed his briefcase, and stepped out of the room.

As Theodore approached the dining table, he instinctively noticed Sigourney just as she sat down.

She looked up, and the sight before she made her heart skip a beat.

Theodore dressed in a simple yet perfectly tailored brown suit, was mesmerizing.

His perfectly proportioned physique, his flawless face-he was simply breathtaking.

For a few seconds, Sigourney found herself completely dazed.

But Theodore met her gaze with his usual icy indifference.

On reflex, he turned to leave, expecting her to lash out if he sat down to eat with her.

But before he could take another step, she abruptly stood up and ran over, grabbing onto his elbow.

"Eat breakfast with me before you go."

"...I can?"

What was this sudden display of affection? Didn't she despise him?

Why was she acting so strangely today?

"Come on, sit down."

Sigourney pulled him to sit at the table before running back to take her own seat. Theodore was still in shock, putting down his chopsticks.

"What exactly are you trying to do? I've told you countless times that I will never divorce you, so stop whatever trick you're planning."

"No, I don't want a divorce. From now on, I won't ask for a divorce anymore. Not at all."

He looked into her sincere eyes and gave a slight nod.

"That's good."

Sigourney could tell from Theodore's tone that he still didn't believe she was serious.

Of course, how could he possibly accept a completely different person in such a short time? It had to be gradual-no need to rush.

After finishing their meal, Theodore set his chopsticks down and watched Sigourney take the last bite of her bread before softly reminding her:

"I'm going to the company. Don't cause trouble at home."

Sigourney nodded rapidly, looking like an obedient little puppy.

As Theodore was about to step out the front door, Sigourney suddenly remembered something. She ran after him and grabbed his sleeve.

"So this evening... will you come home for the meal I cook?"

He turned back to look at her, initially planning to ignore her and leave, but she held onto his sleeve so tightly that he couldn't take another step.

Sigourney's eyes were shimmering with anticipation, awaiting his answer, frozen in place.

Theodore patted her hands that were clutching onto him.

"All right."

Only after hearing his answer did Sigourney slowly loosen her grip.

Theodore turned and walked toward the car, leaving without looking back.

So gentle, so considerate, yet still maintaining that icy, expressionless face.

Just a few minutes after Theodore left, the doorbell rang. The Twilight villa wasn't a place where just anyone could come and go. Even members of the Wang family were only guests there.

As for outsiders, they could forget about even stepping one foot inside.

There was only one person who could visit frequently-someone who could even stay over whenever she pleased.

And that person was Savannah, Sigourney's beloved younger sister. The privilege of coming and going freely was something Sigourney had personally granted her.

Theodore despised strangers in his house, and he utterly loathed this fake woman.

He had long seen through Savannah's intentions-she was after him. That was why she clung to Sigourney, using her as an excuse to visit frequently and throw herself at him.

But to Theodore, even sparing her a glance was a waste.

It was only because of Sigourney's wishes that he begrudgingly allowed Savannah into his home.

Savannah wore an ultra-short dress that barely covered half of her thighs, with a plunging neckline revealing her full, ample chest. She must have thought Theodore was still home to have put in such an effort.

Little did she know, in his eyes, she looked like a dancer fresh out of a bar. Such an eyesore.

Sigourney watched her leisurely step into the front door, recalling the dark days of suffering she had endured in her past life.

Her gaze burned with murderous intent, as if she wanted to tear Savannah apart and devour her on the spot.

Savannah shivered under her intense stare, but she quickly put on her usual sweet and affectionate act as she ran over.

"What's wrong, sis? That expression-did you argue with Theodore again? If only I had convinced Mom and Dad from the start not to let you marry him, things would have been so much better."