Despite knowing all rationality, the young girl still felt aggrieved. And she could not smile as sweetly as she was supposed to. Denny was about to take a bite of food on his own, but as he lifted his eyes, he saw a drop of tears on the table next to Trisha's food. He froze from his seat, and his eyes slowly traveled up to her face.
"Trisha...?" Denny softly uttered.
The girl was looking down on her food, so Denny could not see her face clearly. He called her name again to make her look up to him. He waited for a while, but as he was about to call her again, Trisha looked up and their eyes met.
"I'm..." Trisha was swallowing her spit with so much difficulty.
"What's wrong?" asked her client.
Trisha felt more confused when she saw the worried face of her client gazing warmly right b
