Chapter 4Triple Soulmate Dilemma: When Three Men Claim to Be "The One"

I stared at the message, lost in thought.

In the past, I would always make an effort to pick Theodore up after work since each time, he earned me 5,000 dollars.

But after two misfortunes today, I decided to be cautious and just called him.

I got straight to the point. "You're not planning to give me money, are you?"

Theodore answered with a question mark.

I continued, "You are not planning to have some women around you to make me jealous, right?"

There was a brief silence, then Theodore replied, "Beatrice, are you going nuts?"

Seeing his usual indifferent words, I felt a wave of warmth and relief wash over me.

I sighed, "Wait for me. I'll be there soon."

Downstairs in the Blakely Group building, Theodore stood in the wind.

He had just lit a cigarette, but when he saw me get out of the car, he quickly put it out.

I spoke gently, "Let's go, Teddy. Get in the car."

Theodore nodded toward a nearby Porsche.

I thought to myself, "Ah, looks like Mr. Blakely is tired of my Maybach. Fine, a change of car is fine by me."

I hurried over, opened the driver's side door, and said to the driver, "Sir, please get out. I'll drive."

The driver looked confused. "Miss, what are you...?"

Theodore sighed softly and walked over to open the rear door. "Get in."

"Ah?" I was a little stunned but did as told.

Theodore slid into the car beside me, and the vehicle started moving smoothly.

I asked, "Teddy, where are we going?"

Theodore replied, "You'll know when we get there."

A sense of unease crept into me.

Thirty minutes later, the car pulled into a closed amusement park.

I thought, "What is going on here? This feels like something out of a horror movie. It's terrifying."

As I got out of the car, I heard Theodore snap his fingers. The lights of the entire park flickered on, and suddenly, the silent fairytale world seemed to come alive.

I understood then.

I smiled and said, "If you just wanted me to go to an amusement park with you, you could have said so."

Theodore took my wrist through my coat sleeve and led me inside, stopping in front of the carousel.

Golden neon lights blinked, and dreamy music surrounded us.

Some fragmented memories flashed through my mind, and for a moment, I lost focus.

I sniffed, then pulled out my phone and gave his rear a playful tap. "Go ahead. I'll take a picture for you."

Theodore was momentarily surprised by my playful action, but he quickly got over it and snatched my phone away. "You go. I'll take the picture."

I was annoyed. "Why don't you just take my money from my pocket?"

I thought, "Does this guy even realize how much he's costing me with these little moments?"

Theodore looked clearly confused.

We stared at each other for a couple of seconds, and then he smiled, "I like watching people on the carousel."

Hearing that, I understood.

I thought, "So that's why he brought me here. It's his little quirk."

I patted his shoulder with understanding. "You should have said so earlier. I'll indulge you."

I cheerfully ran over to my favorite horse.

The music grew more romantic and beautiful, and the lights around us slowly danced, rising and falling. A gentle breeze brushed my face.

I had always watched others ride the carousel before.

This was my first time experiencing it for myself.

I spent the next several hours enjoying rides with him, and when we got off the little forest train, my stomach growled.

He suddenly asked, "What kind of crepes would you like?"

I froze for a moment.

No one had ever asked me that before. Normally, I was the one asking others.

After a moment of thought, I replied, "Blueberry."

Theodore nodded and rolled up his sleeves as he walked toward a crepe stall.

I stood there for a second, stunned.

I thought he was just going to buy me one, but no, he was going to make it himself.

He skillfully spread the batter, and the delicious aroma filled the air.

He seemed... less cold than usual.

Watching him focus on the crepe-making process under the lights, I suddenly felt my heart rate quicken.

He brought the plate over to me, his expression still calm, but there was a hint of expectation. "Try it."

I took a bite and realized it tasted better than the ones I made.

He asked, "How is it?"

I was about to say, "It's delicious," when suddenly I heard an irritating voice in my mind. "Intermediate flattery behavior detected. Deducting 5,000 dollars."

Fuming, I responded, "It's okay. Just okay."

Based on what I knew of Theodore, I expected him to turn red with anger, grab me by the throat, and growl, "Woman, you're out of the line."

But he didn't.