After dinner, Isabella worked on her drawings while Theodore worked in his study as usual.
In the middle of the night, when Isabella was half-asleep, Theodore got into bed. He brought with him a coolness that came with the fall weather. Isabella thought to herself about how quickly time was flying by.
Now that it was fall, they only had two-thirds of their time together remaining before their agreement came to an end.
Theodore wrapped his arms around her from behind, allowing her to drift back into sleep. Previously, she developed severe insomnia due to an extreme lack of a sense of security.
However, as long as Theodore was by her side, she would be able to sleep until the day broke. Even her dreams would be pleasant.
…
As it happened, it was the weekend today, which meant that Isabella and Theodore did not have to go to work. Nonetheless, the couple had agreed the previous day to visit Queenie at the hospital today.
Though, Isabella had no idea what Queenie had come down with. Regardless, she didn't care.
That being said, since she was tagging along with Theodore, it was still necessary for her to maintain the necessary pleasantries. For example, she should prepare a fruit basket or a bouquet of flowers.
She tilted her head as she asked Theodore, "Do you know if Ms. Klein prefers flowers or fruits?"
Theodore, who was driving, answered, "You don't have to prepare anything."
Isabella questioned him, "Why not? It's not nice to visit a patient at the hospital empty-handed, is it?"
He replied without giving it much thought, "It's fine. Queenie won't mind."
She nodded. "Is that so? Perhaps she wouldn't mind because it's you. She might not respond in the same way to me."
He paused, turning to take a brief glance at her. Then, he suggested, "Let's get a bouquet of flowers, then."
Isabella watched him without agreeing. Instead, she asked, "Theodore, may I know what your relationship with Ms. Klein is like? Or, could you share with me what you've been through together?"
Theodore looked forward once again, falling silent for a few seconds. Then, he answered in a dull voice, "Bella, I'll share with you in the future when the time is right."
Isabella stared blankly at his side profile for a while, then forced a smile on her face. Then, she pretended to respond in a relaxed manner, "Alright then."
She could tell that he was unwilling to share more with her.
Between the three of them, she was always like an outsider. Since this was the case, why should she put herself through that? All she had to do was hold herself back and pretend for a bit.
A year would fly by in a jiffy. If she invested too much of her feelings into this, she would be the only one ending up hurt.

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