“Alright.” Bradley then asked for some of his favorite dishes.

The housekeeper retreated into the kitchen while Sabrina demanded coldly, “Hand over the cupcakes you bought.”

“Okay.”

Bradley had brought along a bunch of gifts. It took him two trips from his car to deliver all of them. Though the gifts were nothing extraordinary, they were tokens of goodwill from his parents.

“Place them here in the living room. The housekeeper will arrange them after Lunch,” Sabrina directed.

Bradley complied.

The two of them spent Lunch in cheerful conversation, reminiscing about their childhood days, often breaking into fits of Laughter

the afternoon, Bradley

her bedroom, Sabrina

o’clock in the afternoon, Tyrone returned from his day’s work, heading for the kitchen. Pouring a glass of water, he noticed presents casually strewn in a kitchen corner. His curiosity sparked. “Did

manner, the housekeeper responded, “A friend of Mrs.

hung in the air as

interest piqued, he

referred to as Miss Chavez in front

wrinkle of perplexity formed on Tyrone’s forehead. “Is this friend a

“Yes, sir.”

dots, Tyrone’s intuition told him the visitor was

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