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Don't worry about me

The following day, I thought of going downstairs and preparing breakfast for my husband, I was there minding my business when Daniella chose to appear, she looked discomposed liter and was not just saying it because I don't actually like her.

"Daniella! You look horrible,".

I pointed out the obvious to her..

She looked at my face, growling while going to the refrigerator, Daniella took a full container of Ice cream and just left my question hanging in midair..

I went back into doing what was I doing before she came in and interfered..

I just got back to the room with the breakfast on Corey's favourite tray and yes! He has a favourite tray and many other utensils he holds dare to his life..

"Good morning!?".

I kept the tray on the table and woke up my husband with a warm kiss on his forehead, which was a little bit close to the lips..

"Ugh! Good morning my wife,". He grabbed my hand when I turned away to leave, I faced him, " What? Is there anything on my face?".

I asked him as it
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