While the master and his slave, or the service girl and the client, were doing whatever they desired to do with each other, the creepy neighbor next to Denny's house has been checking when Denny would come out of his home and was planning on "accidentally bumping" into him. Caroline Winslet knew Denisse came over to Denny's place. She saw it from her window. She witnessed how long Denisse stood by the door and furiously pressed on the doorbell again and again. She also knew when she left huffing and puffing in anger. She had a guess. The visitation did not go well. And she had been waiting for any news from the sister, her friend, Denisse, but she got nothing. When it turned mid in the afternoon, Caroline gave up the thought that Denny would leave his house. She called Denisse instead. "Hey, Big Sis!" Caroline greeted sweetly. "Oh hi, sweetie," Denisse greeted nicely back. She likes this girl. She is from a well-known and noble family. She is so kind and respectful that she is than

"Achoo!""Hey, how do you feel?" Denny asked warily. They were already clothed warmly and were cozying up in the theater room. They did not stay so long in their bath as Trisha reminded Denny they still had to sort the things they bought last night. Denny realized what Trisha meant when she said he had to decide which to throw away and which ones to keep before buying things. He had difficulty finding space for the new ones without disposing of the old stuff on the cupboards. The good thing is, he did not buy many things that he already had at home, or else he would have regretted it. They were done arranging things in the kitchen as well as the pantry, moving more of the items that she would often need to Trisha's reach. They also cleaned the kitchen floor with a vacuum cleaner and electric mop. "My cleaners come twice a week," Denny reminded Trisha so she would stop overdoing the cleaning."Can you ask them to stop while I'm here?" Trisha suggested."Why?" Denny asked with disbel

Asking Trisha about the age gap matter got lost in their conversation. He did not remember he was going to ask her about anything as a few more crucial things seemed to pop out. He heard his phone ringing from the living room. "Honey, I think my phone is ringing," Denny uttered after he figured where the sound was coming from. He was about to excuse himself and stand, but Denny realized the girl in his hold fell asleep while watching. He carefully moved to lift her in his arms and carry her to the bedroom. She must have been too tired that she did not bother to ask but clung tightly to his shoulder and nape as she felt Denny lifting her up from the sofa. She returned to sleep despite feeling his moves as he walked with her in his hold away from the seat. Denny gently put her down on the bed, but he tapped the tip of her nose with his index finger as he warned her."You can't sleep for too long, or you will be sleepless tonight. We have to leave home early tomorrow," Denny reminded Tr

"What?!" Harold forgot the seriousness of their conversation and yelled out in surprise. "What did Denisse say?""She was furious that I did not tell anyone back home about me getting married, and she threatened to tell mom and dad, so I will have to bring Trisha along and introduce her to my parents," Denny replied calmly. He was not bothered at all. He already talked with his mom, Chloe, over the phone, and he could sense they already had an idea, so Denny was not worried about their approval or disapproval anymore. "And what does Trisha say?" Harold asked again."Well, you know that girl would never make things difficult for her client, she agreed. I also told her about Denisse's personality," Denny replied. "She is worried my family will barge in here, so I will take her to my office and come home together every day.""Well, it's now up to you guys. I am now in my office and will delete every file with her in the system. I won't leave any trace, don't worry," Harold sighed. "Your

"Don't worry, they won't," Denny chuckled at her worried mien. "My parents are not as narrow-minded as my sister appears to be," he added.Trisha smiled at his confident reply. "Well, that would be good news because I am weak and meek in front of elders," Trisha sighed. "Not to forget, they are your parents; I might not get to fight for you if you ask me to," she confessed. Trisha's mom had constantly reminded her and her little brother Yohan always to be polite. Not to the extent of losing their self-respect, but as much as possible, they are advised not to retort or speak without considering not only the age level of the other person involved but also the position it bears in the arrangement. Such as a teacher and student, a parent to children, and elders in general. There are times when even the elder does not show the best attitude to be looked up to, and Yohan had cited such an incident when they were younger, but their mom only replied that that elder might be feeling under th