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"I don't recall any Noah or the Calloways. You and your son have the wrong individual. Where's Evan? I'm taking him and leaving." He searched my face, as if hoping to catch even the faintest crack in my composure, but my calm held steady, natural, leaving him nothing to grasp onto. Gradually, his eyes reddened with unshed tears. For a moment, I was at a loss, unsure how to respond to his unraveling. He stared at me, then let out a broken laugh, something jagged and hollow. "How can you really… not remember any of it?" His voice shook. "It's me, Amanda. Theodore, Theodore Calloway. I sacrificed everything to marry you. You supported me through it all, managing those around me, enduring every

"You may go. I’m doing business with Miss Moore. No one is to interrupt unless I say so." "Yes, Young Master." The servant exited and shut the door behind him. Theodore immediately stood up from his chair and swiftly walked toward Isabella. His previously tense and serious face was now replaced with a smile. "Big Sis." Isabella studied him. Theodore, without his suit jacket, was dressed in black trousers and a white shirt. His dark hair and eyes, paired with porcelain-like skin, gave him a clean, ethereal appearance, as though he had just stepped out of an ink painting.

Her mind was having a hard time believing the sudden news as she kept staring at him without blinking. The man in front of her was the eldest son of Lord Ernest and the invincible Prince of Heaven. He was the spectacular Theodore. Ariel was intimidated by his dominating presence but his charms rendered her speechless. Thick black brows, small black eyes which had the power to see through one’s soul, perfect nose, fuller pink lips, angular jaw, and his dark mullet were every girl’s undoing. Theodore noticed her checking him out. His lips twitched up as he was well aware of the effect he has on others. He rested his palms on the armrest as he ensconced himself comfortably in his golden throne

When it comes to Alicia, he can act spontaneously and put aside everything at his hand at any moment. "Then, thank you, Mister Coldrick." Theodore immediately got up after hanging up the phone. "Hey, where’re you going? What about Miss Becker's phone number?" Aaron also got up and confronted Theodore with courage. "Get away!" "The number first!" Aaron seemed fearless. "I'll give it after I pick Alicia." Theodore is in a hurry, so he chooses to agree. After all, there was no reason for him to hide Jessica's number. Why did he bother to hide it from Aaron?

He paused thoughtfully. “Who do you think you are to budge into my house and insult me?” Jonathan shouted as spurts of saliva escaped his mouth, making Theo sprout a disgusted look. He pushed his seat further back just to irk the man. “I am Theodore Cavill.” Theo retorted simply. “Your daughter's husband and the father of your grandchildren.” “Husband?” Jonathan frowned, his eyes automatically going to Theo's ring finger. The nerd saw this and raised his hand for the man to see as he played with his wedding band.

"Theodore?! That grumpy, sour old man? No way!" "Yep. I haven’t been home much, so I haven’t seen him, but Alden has been showing Adam—Theodore’s son—around the city. Apparently, the kid is almost the same age as Alden. And get this—Theodore just got married! Alden said his wife is very young and beautiful." "Wow! That’s some news—I did not see that coming…" "Neither did the whole thing with Camille and Frederick." "Who told you?" "No one… I saw them. Mom kind of let it slip yesterday, but honestly, I’ve known for a few months now."

"Not at all," Theodore's smile deepened in his eyes. "If Prof. Fisher brings Xavier to join us rather than trying to separate Elara and me, I'll certainly be magnanimous enough to welcome them. That would showcase my exceptional character." Leonard cast a cold glance at the fox-like man, his voice frigid. "You're not husband material, yet you keep acting like you are." Theodore's voice was eerily calm. "Better hurry up, Leo. If you don't make your move soon, you won't even have a chance to be the other man."

Theodore and his entire family resided in the capital, where they engaged in trade and managed reasonably successful businesses. When the people at Northwatch Estate were wiped out, it was Theodore who had brought his family members to help settle matters. Since Carissa was being divorced today, the Warren family had invited him over. Already ninety years old, Theodore was accompanied by his grandson, Solomon, who was in his fifties.

The voice cut through the silence like a blade. My fingers clutched the sheets tighter. I hadn’t seen him. Hadn’t even felt him. But he had been watching. Theodore stepped from the shadows, glass in hand, smirk curling at the edge of his lips. Calm. Commanding. Unshakable. “Why not?” he asked smoothly. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. He moved forward—slow, deliberate, towering. 6’9”. Dominant. Inescapable. "Are you nervous?"

I said. Theodore walked inside with slow strides. He was wearing a burgundy tuxedo with a white dress shirt. One year ago, I would’ve been head over heels to see him in that suit. Victor and Kane also followed behind him. “You look...” his eyes swept from my head to my toes. “Astonishing.” “Thank you. Let’s go,” I groaned. “And my boy looks like a prince that he is,” he said as he flicked his gaze at Leo, a smile touching his lips.