Chapter 217

They checked several branches of Sugar Bliss, but at this hour, they were all closed.

Penelope sighed heavily. "It's okay. I can live without it."

Her voice was thick with disappointment. She turned her head and wiped away a tear.

Theodore, amused, pulled out his phone and dialed the number on the storefront. "I know you're closed, but would it be possible for you to make something for us? Money is no object."

A few moments later, the shop door opened, and a server warmly welcomed them inside.

"The pastry chef is already getting started in the back. It won't be long."

Penelope still wasn't completely satisfied. "It would be perfect if it were raining right now."

Theodore sighed. "You have to understand, there are some things even your husband can't do."

Penelope immediately turned on the charm. "My husband is the best! The most amazing!"

The wait should have felt long, but for some reason, it flew by. Before she had even had a chance to sort through her emotions, a blueberry cake was placed in front of her.

She didn't want to eat it in the shop, insisting instead that Theodore take her to a deserted public square.

The staff, assuming it was someone's birthday, had included a paper crown and candles.

Penelope was about to toss them aside, but Theodore gently placed the crown on her head and arranged the candles on the cake, lighting them one by one.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

He sang as he clapped, his eyes, full of laughter, shining like stars in the night sky.

Penelope smiled back, a warmth spreading through a cold, dark corner of her heart.

After the song, he told her to make a wish.

"It's not my birthday," she said.

"I know. But does that matter? If you want, I can celebrate your birthday with you every day."

His words were sweeter than any cake. "Does that mean I get to make a wish every day?"

"Wishes are things that fate usually can't grant. So you have to wish for something your husband can give you."

"Will you give me anything I wish for?"

"Try me."

Penelope clasped her hands together and declared loudly, "I wish for a blueberry cake with no blueberries!"

After her declaration, she looked at Theodore and saw his expression darken.

She laughed nervously. "I'm allergic to blueberries."

The square was dimly lit, so Theodore had to use his phone's flashlight. He bent over the cake, carefully using a small fork small fork to pick out every single blueberry, even scraping away the jam.

Once a slice was meticulously cleaned, he handed it to her.

"Here. Eat this, and then we'll go to the hospital."

Penelope, determined to at least

have a taste, ate the slice.

Fortunately, Theodore had been so

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thorough that she had allergie reaction. Content Belongs to

Since the square was close to his villa, they went back there.

As they walked in, they saw Timothy hunched over a laptop, looking frustrated.

Next to him was his food delivery robot.

She had brought it over a few days ago after Theodore said he could fix it.

"So you brought him back from the restaurant yesterday, and he's been tinkering with this robot ever since?" Penelope asked.

Theodore smiled. "He's just a freshman, right? But he's clearly taught himself a lot. He's got great ideas and strong skills on par with professionals in the field."

"Really?"

Timothy had always loved computers. She knew he wasn't playing games, but

she had never known exactly what he was doing.

"Bro, I can't figure out what's wrong with this line of code. Can you take a look?" Timothy called out without turning around.