The couples enjoyed their time. They had a very nice meal. The dinner they shared was not luxury food. But they were all prepared by Trisha. Denny wanted to hire catering services. But Trisha declined. She spoke with Trixie, and the latter said she would love to try Trisha's cooking skills that she would love to have homemade food if that won't stress Trisha so much. And Trixie made herself clear to ask for only a few dishes. "I will leave your place as soon as I see a lot of food on your table," she threatened Trisha. Trixie did not want Trisha to cook a lot. She did not want to tire the girl. A simple meal would absolutely do. She was also thinking about bringing some of their own. She will bring some for the two gents to enjoy. Appetizers to whatever drinks that they would like to have. Trixie asked Don Carlo in advance, so she would know what kind of food to prepare.The night before Friday, Denny went to the Supermarket again with Trisha. They bought everything Trisha would need
"How about you stay for the night instead?" Denny offered. "We have Guestrooms," he added.Trixie and Don Carlo looked at each other. Then to Trisha and Denny, just to look back at each other again. The older couple looked like they were having a conversation through their eyes only, and the younger couple could not get what they were talking about, even the slightest clue or the wildest guess. It was like a private conversation, even though they were sitting right in front of Trisha and Denny.Smiling, Trisha blinked her eyes that silently asked: "What is going on?" at Denny, who lightly shrugged his shoulders as if saying: "I don't have any idea," and smiled. The host and the service girl did not understand what was going on, but they did not ask either. They let the elders decide whether to let Trisha and Denny know or not. Soon, they finally spoke verbally. "No, honey, we have to go home," Trixie said to Don Carlo. Her words sounded like Don Carlo wanted to stay even though the
Denny and Trisha sent the Don and the lady to their car. The couple already had drinks, but they weren't really drunk. Two cars were waiting for the older couple outside Denny's house; one was their ride while the other was their bodyguards. But before they got into the vehicle, Don Carlo remembered about something he wanted to collect. "I would like to hug my daughter," he lightly frowned at Denny. He seemed to be asking and demanding at the same time for permission to do as he stated. "Young man, you hugged my wife last time, remember?" Don Carlo reminded Denny, in a questioning manner. The man in question, Denny, snorted. He wanted to deny Don Carlos' words playfully. But he heard Trisha comment."I also remember," she said, chuckling softly. Denny could no longer proceed with his thoughts to deny as Don Carlo's claim became even more firm with Trisha claiming as a witness. He laughed lowly in defeat. "Mother, rescue me!" Denny played like a dramatic actor as he made himself loo
The next day came it was Sunday. Danny could feel Trisha was nervous, so he comforted her again. No matter how hard the service girl tried to hide it, Denny could still see the faint shadow of her anxiousness showing on her face as she looks at him with a stiff smile."Don't worry, everything is gonna be alright. My parents are never like my sister. They are very kind, actually, that is why I do not know where my sister got her toxic personality," Denny made his words sound light and funny to ease Trisha's worried mind. The latter noticed the intentions conveyed of her master's words to alleviate her mood so she quickly apologized."I'm so sorry..." Trisha bit her lip, she almost added the word "sir". She cleared her throat and moistened it by swallowing her spit before she continued. "It's that I am not comfortable, to be honest," Trisha apologized. She could not tell her client she was scared he would end their contract too soon. It was the biggest reason she was scared. The bigges
Trisha hoped in her heart for things to happen in her favor, but she also prepared her heart for any breaking that may await her. She managed to make her face show a polite smile despite how nervous she was feeling inside. They arrived at the Vero's residential compound. There are four separate buildings with similar designs and sizes, standing on the sides, two to the left and two to the right. There was a wide garden with colorful flowers and various plants in front of a wooden gazebo next to the buildings to the right, while on the opposite side was a convertible indoor-outdoor eighteen by forty feet size swimming pool - it has a sliding glass cover which covers the pool when they want it used as an indoor pool, while they could slide the glass cover open to convert it into an outdoor pool. It was also because there were a lot of trees around that Chloe Vero chose to have the covers installed. From the gates, Trisha could tell this man beside her in the car was someone among the
Chloe and Franco were standing right at the porch of their house while waiting for the pair of young people approaching in their direction. “Look how pouty is our little Denny,” Chloe giggled as she whispered to her husband.“Oh, honey…” Franco sighed in response to his playful wife.Franco wanted to stop his wife, but it had been an argument between the couple, which Franco had never won. And he could not totally blame his wife. They had Denny in their forties, and during that time, the struggle on their business and career was starting to have a good break that they had the time to spend more with Denny compared to when they had their first two children. They had the best financial stability when Denny was born, and though they were worried they wouldn’t be too young and as energetic as when they were younger when they guided Denny growing up, they could support Denny in anything he would fancy to be in the medical world. They paved his way to the top, just to realize in the end th
“We did not know anything about this,” the elder Vero replied with a troubled expression. Franco was worried about Denny and Denisse colliding with each other again.“I was annoyed at how he looked down on Aleah during that time, so I told her Aleah is my wife,” Denny smiled as he told his dad about what happened. Franco Vero was astonished to see a different side of his youngest son, despite how he assumed the topic to be sensitive. Considering it had anything to do with Denisse, the father was quite admitted he expected Denny to express annoyance. But that assumption seemed to have been flushed, totally vanished. He could not believe what he was hearing, and so he could not keep asking to clarify things. He will have to tell his wife about it later when Denny leaves to go to his villa by the mountainside. “You mean Denisse went to your place recently?” Asked the father. “Yeah,” Denny laughed breathily. “She seemed to know I have someone living with me in my house because she was
When Denny arrived at where Trisha was with his mom, Chloe, the two ladies were lively talking. Trisha had her back to him while his mom was facing his direction, but he heard Trisha laugh softly.“Come on in, you two!” Chloe gleefully waved her hands at the father and son as they approached the dining hall. Trisha turned her face to look at the incomers. She smiled; although her smile was as polite as earlier, Denny did not see any hint of distress in her mien. Denny walked to sit beside Trisha, but Chloe asked her son to sit on the spot between his mom and dad while Trisha would be alone on the other side. “I will take the seat right across from yours, mom,” Denny politely declined. Chloe laughed when he heard her son’s response to her requests.Trisha could not make any comment. She did not know what to say, either. She bit her cheeks discreetly. The meal went harmonious. The family would speak of business Trisha was not familiar with, so she meekly sat along with the Vero famil
“Honey…?” Denny called out carefully.Claudette was already about to enter the ward when she heard the man who introduced himself as Denny Vero called for Aleah so sweetly and concerned. She smiled. She just confirmed her thoughts that these two are romantically involved. She silently placed the food she bought and the change on a chair by the door before she lightly knocked and waved her hands to say she would be right back.Trisha bowed her head lower when she heard the knocking on the door. At the same time, Denny turned his head to look back and saw Mrs. Murphy pointing at the purchases she brought while she hurriedly exited the ward.Denny wasn’t able to say anything before the lady disappeared from his sight. He went to get the drinks and handed Trisha a cup of tea. There were two, so he supposed the other one was for him. He took a sip and just said anything. He urged Trisha to try hers, too.“Honey, the tea is good. You should have a sip while it’s still warm.”But Trisha place
Trisha turned her head away from Denny and faced her mom instead. Her tears started to cloud her eyes again. She bit her lips not to let her cries out of her mouth.She clearly understood what Denny had just said right now, but she could not respond right away. She was feeling torn between accepting or declining his offer of financial assistance. It wasn’t for herself alone. It was for her mom, most especially. He also mentioned being a philanthropist, which surely meant he was going to donate a considerable amount to get the procedure done with the best outcome. Yet, Trisha was still worried about what she might have to do to return such a huge favor from Denny Vero.When she was with Chloe earlier, and Denny was not by her side, Chloe spoke to Trisha with her honest and frank thoughts. Trisha realized that Denny did not know his parents already knew everything, the facts, not what they feared his sister, Denisse, might have told them. She was actually glad Denny accepted her suggesti
“She is so kind,” Denny moved closer and whispered to Trisha. “I like her a lot!”Then Denny moved back to look at the girl on her face with a silly smile.“But don’t let her know about that, okay?” Denny murmured again. “She might like me back. I am afraid of that happening.”The two shared suppressed laughter with their hands in their mouths, covering, as they both looked back in the direction of the door. They seemed to have the same fear that the person they mentioned was already back and heard what Denny just said.“I like her, too,” Trisha shrugged her shoulders as she giggled after making sure Claudette wasn’t back just yet. She played along with Denny’s joke not to let the lady Murphy know they liked her so much.“Kidding aside, she is awesome,” Denny cleared his throat before he made known to Trisha his honest opinion about the lady taking care of the patient.He also heard from the doctor and nurses he was able to speak with that Claudette is doing her duties more than a mere
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Murphy!” Trisha’s voice was shaky as she looked up from the other side of the bed, embracing her mom cautiously.Trisha felt emotional. She was glad even to only hear that her mom would regain her consciousness. She’s been in the hospital bed for almost seven months now. She might have seen the person driving the car when she was hit, but as she was still in a coma, they could not ask her. Trisha and her brother Yohan are still hoping to find the justice they deserve. The police seemed to have no more lead to continue the investigation, and since the Silver siblings did not have anyone influential to ask for assistance, they would have to rely on whatever they heard from their mom’s recollections.It would be tough to hold on to such possibilities, but they believe their mom is fighting within her to survive her situation. And one victory may lead to another if she could point out who caused her so much pain and stole so much of her time to stay healthy and pro
Soon they arrived at the ward where the name Elaine Silver was written on the chart by the foot end of the patient’s bed. A woman was reading a book seated next to the patient. She was reading the book aloud like a mother reading a bedtime story to a kid. She was too focused on her book as she read with enthusiasm and emotion according to the content of the story that she did not notice the two, Trisha and Denny, walking next to the patient’s bed.Denny and Trisha looked at each other with amused smiles on their faces. Denny gave Trisha a sign not to make a sound using his finger placed above his mouth. Trisha nodded her head as she agreed not to make a sound. She was beyond glad and satisfied that the lady Murphy was indeed attending to her mom’s welfare with so much dedication and sincerity. She was also happy that the man beside her seemed to have the same thoughts about letting the lady reading a book continue until she realized their presence. And so she continued to read:“A fath
Trisha smiled happily. Denny saw her serene smile in his peripheral vision, and he felt good. His idea was turning out to be successful. That was what he was hoping for, to make his “honey” smile, not the polite one that her face had seemed to be painted with the whole day, but the pure natural smile she would usually wear on her face when she is genuinely happy.Soon they arrived at the hospital. Trisha was worried he would be late with his appointment.“Honey, I can walk my way into the hospital. You don’t have to send me in,” Trisha cautiously suggested. “You might be late.”Denny chuckled.“It’s okay. You wait for me by the entrance. I will be right back after I park the car.”Trisha had no choice but to do as he ordered. She consoled herself that he should know what he was doing. He wouldn’t insist if he did not have enough time, right?“Okay, I will stand by the entrance door. You can call me if there are any changes,” Trisha raised her purse with her phone and wallet inside it.
Denny paused for a while. He could not say it was personal, but it wasn’t business either. But he did not want to explain further, so he just made his answer short, although a bit ambiguous.“A little of both?” Denny chuckled, helping Trisha to stand from her seat beside him.Chloe was not convinced. Or maybe even if she was, the mother still wanted to spend a little more time with her dear son, so she expressed her disagreement.“I can only let you go early today if you promise to visit us next Sunday again,” she bargained.Denny’s eyes widened in disbelief.“Mom, I cannot promise you that, but I will try,” the son scratched his non-itchy backhead as he replied.“Then you will have to stay until dinner today. What do you say about that, Aleah?” Chloe turned to the girl beside Denny.“I… am…” the service girl stuttered. She did not know what to say, but knowing her answer was awaited, she had to say something. “I’m very sorry, Mrs. Vero, but I do not decide things with…” Trisha could n
“Do you mean to marry this girl?” Franco Vero asked. His tone was still calm, not making his honest reactions known to his dearest son.“As of the moment, and if that is all for me to decide, I might say yes,” Denny chuckled at his sudden realization.The father was baffled by the son’s answer.“What do you mean?”“I don’t think the feeling is mutual just yet,” Denny let his weary mind off him.He felt good that his kind dad asked. He had been holding these thoughts within him. He could not freely speak about it with Don Carlo and Angela as he did not want to worry them for Trisha. But with his dad, he felt the assurance that his old man would understand where he was coming from. Denny let his heartfelt emotions flow.“I can feel this girl is purely doing business with me, and she never flirts nor misleads me to think she fancies me like a woman fancies a man. She is obedient in everything I ask and tells her to do because she is too cautious about losing her job. She has these invisib
As Aleah requested and without fear for Denny to grant them, they got dressed up with the doting Denny assisting his heart's wife; since they weren't legally married yet, in every step of getting her nicely yet comfortably clothed. "We should shop for new sizes of your underwear, honey," Denny gently suggested. "I am worried you might feel discomfort with the ones you used to wear and in your closet right now," he explained eagerly. He knew that pregnant women could be very sensitive, so he tried his best to clear any misinterpretations of his words. Angela excitedly bought Aleah different designs of pregnant dresses and others obviously needed by an expecting woman, but as she had not had the experience to reach pregnancy into a stage where her belly would swell up, Angela did not realize to include underwear in her shopping list. I have been meaning to do so, but as I was not allowed to go out without company aside from the nurse, I was just waiting when we could visit the shoppi