“Which way?” Asked Denny as he led Trisha into the hospital lobby. There was the information desk facing the entrance; from there, they would have to choose which direction to go, to the left wing or to the right. And by the end of both hallway directions, there were the elevators to take them which floor they were going to see their patient’s ward. Next to the lift was a fire exit on the right. Trisha did not reply verbally; instead, she pointed at the elevator to the left. Her mom’s ward was on the fifth floor of the left wing of the building. They walked a few more steps to get into the lift with Denny’s right arm still hanging on Trisha’s shoulders. Anyone to see them would never have thought they are just bound with a client and service girl arrangement. The man was somehow protective of the girl not to be bumped around with many people walking along, and across the hallway going in and out, while some were from the same and opposite directions to where they were heading, while

Denny went to speak with the doctor in charge and came back with Trisha alone with her mom, Elaine, in the ward. “Honey…? Where is she?” Denny pointed at the chair where Claudette was seated when they arrived earlier. “I asked what she wanted to drink and eat for snacks so I can go get something for her, but she insisted she would buy so I can spend some time alone with mom,” Trisha replied.“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 maki

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 this 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 to say 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 placed her cup on the bedside table ne

Denny never thought he would get to realize and decide many things, important ones, within a day. When he spoke with his dad earlier, he realized this idea to give Trisha a discrete amount for her Personal Secretary position. Although she wasn't doing anything much in his office, for Denny, her mere presence and making sure she was safe all day by his side was more than any job well done for him to consider. It was giving him the peace of mind that she was right where he could see him whenever the thoughts of her would occupy his mind. And it was more than enough to make Denny work efficiently than when his mind would be divided, worrying if she was fine somewhere he could not check with his one eyes whenever he wanted to, or worst, was she in danger, in any way. As a result, Denny noticed he was less stressed at work. Compared to the days when he would have to visit Sweet Haven every night, when he was too stressed to adjust his time schedules and workloads having his own business a

“It’s a long story, maybe some other time I can tell you, it’s time for my beautiful patient to have her afternoon therapy, you both should have a good rest to gear up for another week of work,” Claudette motherly advised with her focus to the young Silver. Then she turned to Denny again.“Anyways, it was so nice to meet you. Although I would have wished for a better environment, I believe this is just the beginning. And thank you so much. May you find more patience for this young girl, Aleah. She is smart; you won’t have so much trouble having her around. Nevertheless, she is still young, she needs to learn more and grow before we can see the best in her, but she is on her way there,” Claudette spoke with pride and confidence as if Trisha was her daughter. Well, she only had a son, one and only, so in her heart, Trisha is a daughter she never had the chance to have. Witnessing how she is so responsible being the second adult to her mom, doing her best to handle the situation, provid