In front of the elevator, Theodore had Ollie in one arm and a cat toy in the other, looking all fancy and out of place. He watched the elevator doors close, his fingers twitching a bit. He kept wanting to ask Phoebe if she could come up and hang out for a bit.

But in the end, he bit his tongue. He had to be patient; he couldn't mess up the trust Phoebe had started to give him again.

A creaking sound snapped Theodore back to reality. He saw a red Ferrari pull up in front of him, and his brows knitted together.

With a blank face, Theodore asked, "What are you doing here?"@@novelbin@@

Sandra could tell he wasn't thrilled to see her, but she was used to it after two years.

She got out of the car and stood in front of him, all poised. "I just got back from abroad and came to see you right away. If you're this cold, I'll be hurt."

Theodore ignored her and walked towards the elevator with Ollie.

Sandra hurried to catch up. "Theodore, I heard you're going to the fashion gala tomorrow night. How about I go with you?"

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