Without you, i might still be in the streets struggling with my daughter but you gave us a good life" Rebbeca said.
"Rebbie, I've told you severally to stop mentioning that. You're my aunt now, you're no longer the stranger i told my parents to help. You've repaid my help enough, please let me employ another cook. I'm not comfortable with the stress you go through everyday" Wilson said
"Cooking is no stress for me, i do enjoy it".
"Please" Rebbeca said.
Wilson pleaded further.
"Okay, I'll think about it" Rebbeca said and Wilson sighed, shaking his head.
they both know she won't.
Wilson sighed " I'll be in the living room"
"Aren't you going with your wine?" Rebbeca asked after him.
"No" He answered.
Wilson was passing by Kyla's door to his to take a nap, he already spent enough t
