Stefan gently guided Dorothy to the dinner table. He pulled out a chair for her, ensuring she was seated before taking his own seat opposite her. A well-dressed waiter approached them and respectfully handed the menu to Stefan, who motioned for the waiter to give it to Dorothy instead.

He turned to her with a soft expression.

“Order whatever you like. I had your favorite dish prepared tonight, so try not to eat it all,” he said with a playful tone that Dorothy found hard to believe.

She picked out the dishes she liked and glanced up at him.

“Aren’t you ordering anything?” she asked when she noticed Stefan watching...