Chapter 47
“Daniella, do you want a mocha or a cappuccino?” Ryan asked through the kitchen.
Daniella was on the couch skimming through a series of documents that Ryan gave to her about the divorce, although it would take a while until she would be able to file for a divorce.
“Any is fine,” she said preoccupied.
A minute later, Ryan came to her with two mugs, steaming with freshly brewed coffee that got her attention.
“Here you are,” he said, handing it over to her,
“two of the finest coffee’s made by the two finest hands.”
Daniella rolled her eyes and chuckled while taking the coffee and sipping on the warm beverage.
It was both creamy and smooth on her tongue but let the taste of the beans roll on her taste buds, filling her with a sensation of warmth and vitality.
“Are you sure
