Chapter 963: Theodore, I am Little Bunny.

Theodore watched the woman drain her glass, feeling slightly stunned. He’d intended a leisurely chat over drinks, but now that she'd finished, he was compelled to do the same. Little Bunny seemed surprised by his quick consumption, but maintained her composure.

"This is how showbiz works, right? You're a good drinker," Theodore remarked, finishing his drink.

Little Bunny looked at him without reply.

"Are you free tonight?" he asked.

He was popular with women, most of whom approached him readily. He lacked experience with women who required sweet words.

Little Bunny felt repulsed by his sudden proposition, acutely aware of Theodore's promiscuity. They'd been intimate before, but she believed their lengthy separation precluded a recurrence.

"Not interested?" Theodore frowned slightly, his mood souring at the rejection. Little Bunny wanted to nod in agreement but restrained herself.

"I won't mistreat you," Theodore continued, offering money, endorsements, and acting roles as incentives.

She eyed him suspiciously. He seemed oblivious to her identity. It dawned on Little Bunny that perhaps he'd never truly known her.

He chuckled lightly. "Are you too embarrassed to ask? Don't worry, I know your circle well enough. I'll not judge you based on a transactional relationship. I prefer straightforward transactions where everyone gets what they want without complications."

Little Bunny confirmed his lack of recognition. His usual tactic—using money and power as bait—was evident.

"Need time to think about it?" Theodore, confident of a positive response, said, "I'll give you twenty minutes to decide what you want from me. I'll come back later."

Little Bunny offered a satirical chuckle. "Mr. Wold, I am Little Bunny."

He was completely surprised.

"I'm Little Bunny," she repeated, fearing his reaction to sleeping with her unknowingly. His long-term forgetfulness led her to believe he'd lost interest.

"Hell, did you get a facelift?"

Despite a flicker of familiarity, he couldn't place her. Her usual lack of makeup at home made her unrecognizable in her current appearance. He hadn't seen or thought of her in a long time.

Little Bunny ignored his question. She didn't care for his judgment. Her makeup and unusual dress accounted for his failure to recognize her. More importantly, his lack of feeling for her excused his behavior.

"When did you become an actress again?" He posed the question to ease the awkward situation of mistaking his wife and flirting with her.

"It's been a while."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask."

Little Bunny could barely meet his gaze.

"What about my son?"

"Your father is caring for Nicholas. The nannies and servants are assisting him."

She wanted to challenge his questions; he could easily verify the situation himself.

Theodore had assumed Little Bunny was home caring for their child. While he'd occasionally missed her upon returning home, he'd never imagined her quiet return to show business. Her current success was evident; otherwise, Karami wouldn't provide fashion resources.

Theodore felt a surge of anger. Sensing his emotions, Little Bunny asked, "Do you still want me to accompany you tonight?"

Theodore, sensing her sarcasm, replied coldly, "No need."

Little Bunny's face remained impassive, but she breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you don't have anything else, I'll head over there," Little Bunny said with a slight smile, turning to leave.

"Little Bunny!" Theodore called out.

She paused. "Is there something wrong, Mr. Wold?"

"Did you need to please other men like this?!"

"What's your problem?"

"No," Theodore replied coldly. He thought her actions foolish; she could have easily asked him for what she wanted. But he held back from reminding her.

"Well, then I'll leave first."

Little Bunny departed.

Watching her go, he reevaluated her, convinced she'd undergone plastic surgery. Her eyes, nose, and chin were different. He couldn't forget her tiny waist and long, slender legs.

Theodore swallowed, feeling his throat dry. He took another sip of wine, breathed deeply, and resumed his search for another conquest.

Susan and Manuel, with two children in tow, approached Doyle and Besse. Salem and Una always trailed Susan and Manuel at events, leading most to assume the children were theirs.

Besse, tired from socializing, felt instantly refreshed as they approached. Her eyes fixed on the little boy; a warmth and familiarity, inexplicable, drew her to him. Even amidst the endless socializing, she found herself unconsciously watching him.