Bella glanced at Kate, her eyes silently seeking reassurance. Kate caught the look and answered with a warm smile, nodding her approval.

"I’d like to collaborate with you," Bella finally said. "But with everything going on, I’m not sure if I can perform the way I used to. Are you sure you want me? There are so many other talented designers..."

"I trust you." Willow didn’t let her finish. "You’re the Muse who just won the competition, beating those so-called talented designers. Why would I want anyone else?"

Seeing Bella’s doubt linger, Willow continued, "I spoke to the doctor. Your condition isn’t as serious as you think. Sure, you’ve had trouble recalling some past events, but your skills are untouched. You still drive, cook, and manage everything you used to do. Sketching is no different. And even if you need a little practice to get back in full swing, we’re here for you. We’ll support you every step of the way."

"She is right," Kate chimed in. "I watched you sketch today, and you were incredible. You haven’t lost your touch, Bella. Trust yourself."

The weight of doubt slowly lifted from Bella’s heart, but one person’s opinion still mattered most. She turned to Theodore, her gaze searching his eyes.

"What do you think?" she asked. "You’re the investor here. This is your money. What if my condition causes setbacks? What if this venture suffers because of me?"

Theodore didn’t hesitate. "I don’t care about profit and loss. I invest in countless ventures—some succeed, some don’t. That’s just business. But I didn’t choose this project for profit alone. I chose it because I believe in its potential. More importantly, I believe in both of you. I know you won’t fail me."

His unwavering faith washed away the last traces of her hesitation. Bella smiled, feeling lighter than it had been in days. There was no deception in his eyes, no sign of manipulation.

"Alright, then. I’ll join you," she confirmed.

Willow beamed, clapping her hands together. "That’s settled! Now, let’s order some food."

They placed their orders, and the conversation turned light-hearted.

After they finished, Willow excused herself. "I’ll be right back," she said with a wink. But as she walked away, she subtly gestured toward Kate. "Come with me for a second."

Kate followed her, leaving Theodore and Bella alone in the quiet of the private dining room.

Silence descended inside the room. Both Theodore and Bella glanced at each other but said nothing. His gaze drifted to the bouquet resting beside him. He had almost forgotten about it.

Picking it up, he extended it toward her. "This is for you."

"Thank you," she murmured, fingers brushing against his as she took the bouquet.

Silence returned, deeper this time. Bella lowered her gaze, lips pressing into a thin line as if debating something. Finally, she spoke, "I know you are my husband."

Theodore froze. His heart skipped a beat. "Really? Do you remember?"

She shook her head slowly. "No... not exactly. But I saw the photographs. My parents confirmed it, too. I was married to you."

A soft chuckle escaped Theodore, relieved. Hope flickered in his eyes, warming his features. "So, you know now. Then... will you come home with me?"

Bella hesitated a bit. Technically, she should stay with her husband. But the past was still a blur, and the thought of stepping into a home she couldn’t remember felt overwhelming.

"I... I’m not ready for that," she admitted quietly. "I want to stay with my parents for now."

The light in Theodore’s eyes dimmed, his smile faltering. He nodded. "I see. Take your time."

Noticing the shadow of disappointment across his face, Bella felt a pang of guilt. She didn’t want to hurt him. She was grateful that he was patient and understanding.

"Maybe," she said softly, "we can start with dating. You know, like a normal couple. We can meet often, talk on the phone, visit each other’s houses... just like boyfriend and girlfriend."

Theodore’s face lit up instantly, the earlier disappointment melting away. "Dating like a boyfriend and girlfriend? Sounds intriguing. Give me your phone."

He extended his hand toward her.

Bella blinked. "My phone?"

Theodore leaned forward and picked up the device from the table. His movements were swift and confident as he swiped the screen and unlocked it, saving his number.

"I saved my number. Call me anytime. I’m always available for you." He handed her back the phone, his gaze lingering on her a little longer.

Bella felt heat rise to her cheeks under the intensity of his stare. She cleared her throat, awkwardly shifting her attention to the door. "Where are they? Why are they taking so long?"

"I think they left us here on purpose," he said with a knowing smile. "They’re not coming back. How about I drive you home?"

Bella hesitated, chewing on her lower lip.

"Come on," he teased, not giving her a chance to overthink. "Didn’t you just agree to treat me like your boyfriend? Let me do my duties."

Bella couldn’t turn him down. And, truth be told, part of her wanted to spend more time with him—to understand the man. "Alright," she finally agreed, "let’s go."

They left the restaurant together.

From the shadows near the restaurant entrance, Willow and Kate watched Theodore and Bella walk away together, side by side.

"They’re finally together," Willow whispered, clasping her hands in delight. "I can’t wait for Bella to fall in love with Theo all over again."

"Mr. Reid really cares for her," Kate said. "Sooner or later, she’ll see it. No one can ignore love like that."

"I hope so." Willow turned to her and held her hands. "Thank you, Kate. Your support means everything."

"Anything for Bella."

They exchanged goodbyes, waving as they headed off in opposite directions.

They waved goodbyes and parted their ways. Willow strolled toward her car, fishing her keys from her purse, when a sudden grip closed around her wrist. She barely had time to react before she was yanked into the dimly lit corner of the parking lot.

Terrified, she gasped and struggled, but a strong palm clamped over her mouth, muffling her scream. Her back hit the cold wall, and her eyes widened in panic.

A figure loomed over her. When she saw the familiar face, her eyes widened. But her surprise soon transformed into rage.

Philip.

She swatted his hand away and glared at him. "What are you doing?"

Philip’s face was tense, frustration etched into every line. "I had to talk to you. You’ve been ignoring my calls and blocking my number. You didn’t leave me a choice. When I found out you were here, I came straight away."

Willow didn’t want to listen to him. She pushed him away. "You are crazy."

She turned to walk away, but Philip was faster. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her against the wall once more.

"Philip, let me go," Willow hissed, struggling against his grip.

"Stop fighting me," he muttered, and before she could protest further, his lips crashed against hers.