Denny's eyes widened to their limits as if he could not believe this silly girl would speak to him in such a tone. But his eyes were bulged not in anger or anything negative because he was amused.
"Whatever you can fix, I am not a picky eater. But I wish it was weekend so I can have you for dessert," Denny winked at her as he headed to his walk-in closet while Trisha started to walk out of the bedroom.
It was only twenty minutes before seven in the morning and Denny was not in a hurry. He can still arrive at work by nine o'clock without any problem. He would usually drop by a place he would fancy to have breakfast but today he was thinking about going to the hospital a bit early so he could order Trisha's breakfast at the restaurant on the ground floor and send Carl to drop the food on h
