Third Person's POV
Grace held Vanya's hand and said, "Now that Melinda's with someone else, Cliff will never agree to a divorce. Leave this to Theodore. He'll sort it out."
"No way. This is between Cliff and me. Besides... I don't want to trouble Theodore anymore," Vanya replied, casting an involuntary glance toward the kitchen.
Theodore, wearing a black apron, was frying eggs with an air of calm.
Sensing her gaze, he looked up, and their eyes met.
Vanya quickly looked away, but not before a faint blush crept into her cheeks.
"Food's ready!" Derrick announced, carrying out three plates. Theodore followed with another plate, which he deliberately placed in front of Vanya.
Derrick couldn't help but lament, "When will I ever get such treatment from you?"
Grace quipped from the side, "
