'Dear little wife, I'm sorry for my behaviour last night, but it's your fault and it's also my fault, Anyway, what I'm trying to say is as compensation for what happened, I've prepared a big breakfast for you, "Like he's the one who made it," Isla scoffed as she thought about it, however, when she saw the next paragraph, her eyes widened slightly.
'I see, you must be thinking now, this is not what I prepared, But little wife, let me tell you, I made breakfast with my blood and sweat, you must eat it, Let me know what you think when you get home, Asher, your dashing husband'.
Isla sneered, and threw the note into the pocket of her denim shorts, she glanced at the plate and smacked her lips, as if considering whether to eat the food, she shrugged and walked over to sit on the sofa, she ope
