"The maid will bring your dinner to the guest room. Or maybe I'd better take it to you," he smiled while talking.
Zaviah wants to have her dinner delivered to her bedroom. She would have been happy but she laughed at Miguel that he was the one to bring the food to her.
"I will go to the kitchen instead. It would be nice to eat with you all on the dining table," she answered.
Miguel laughed to what he heard. For that sudden change of mind. Zaviah seemed nio other choice but to go to the kitchen.
"All right, it's better to send you the food than for you to walk to the kitchen. I know your heel still hurts because I saw that you can still walk properly."
"I can do it. I feel lame if you treat me like that."
"You just don't want me to bring you the food. I'm harmless," Miguel smirked.
