Happy Ending's
Chapter 78: Apologizing

"Other times if you come directly to my room and take a special elevator," said Dariel invites Casey to his room. But they went to the reception desk first.

"Good afternoon Mr. Garfield. I. ti_"

"The woman you kicked out was my wife" Dariel said, making the receptionist widen his eyes. The other receptionists were also surprised when they heard Dariel's words. They are afraid because they have dared to expel the wife of the owner of the company where they work. They're ready to accept if Dariel fires them. They know what Dariel looks like.

"Next time be friendly in serving others. I almost fired you if it wasn't for my wife asking not to fire you" Dariel said with her usual cold, flat face.

"Sorry.I'm sorry Mr. Garfield. I don't know ji___" Dariel raised one hand instructing the receptionist to be quiet.

"I apologize to my wife" said Dariel coldly. The receptionist then nodded and looked at Casey with a scared face.

"Mrs Garfield, I'm really sorry for my mistake. I don't know if you're Mr. Garfield's wife. I promise to improve my attitude. Thank you for not firing me" said the receptionist, bowing her head not wanting to lose her job. Working in a big company like now is his dream with a high salary.

"Let's go to my room, baby" said Darel, gently peeping at Casey's forehead. The two then walked to a special elevator for Dariel.

Upon the arrival of Dariel's room, Casey sat on the sofa. Put a food bag containing the food box it carries.

"What did you bring, baby?" darel asked sitting next to Casey who was taking out the food box.

"I made Pot Roast and Churros before I got here" Casey answered, opening the food box.

"Thank you dear. It just so happened that I had not had lunch because I had a meeting," said Dariel impatiently wanted to taste Casey's cooking. The man then took a spoon and started eating it.

"I'm sorry if it doesn't feel like a restaurant. I'm not very good at cooking" Casey said, staring at Dariel, who was chewing his food.

"Honey, your cooking is even better than what I usually eat at restaurants" Dariel rubbed Casey's face.

"You must be lying. If it's not good, just say it. I won't be hurt" Casey said. How could Dariel say his cooking was more palatable compared to the chef's cooking in a 5-star restaurant.

"I'm serious honey, your cooking is delicious. And if you don't mind, I want you to make food for me often" Dariel said honestly.

"Dariel what ka__"

"Chris.. have you eaten? come here I make a lot of food" Casey said, cutting off Chris' conversation.

"Ah. sure. I'm not against free food" said Chris, walking up to the couch and seeing Dariel's dislike face.

"Honey, that's right. It's just for me. I don't want to share" said Dariel carrying his food box up his thigh.

"Since when have you been like this. Strange base.." Chris chuckles to take Churros at the table and eat him.

"Dariel, there's a lot of food, right? I think it's enough for you two" Casey said, letting Dariel sigh and finally sharing with Chris.

"May find a girlfriend there, let someone make food for you" Dariel said.

"I'm still young, going out later" said Chris eating Casey's Pot Roast.

"Hey.we're the same age. You're almost three heads and haven't had a lover until now," led Dariel.

"I prefer to be alone and serve you. If I get married, no one will help you later. Understandably, the one who can stand working for people like you is just me. Do you want to?" Chris concluded.

"Damn you. Don't be a hero to me. Don't make me an excuse. Just say you're not selling," Dariel told Chris.

"Do I need to show you how many women approached me" Chris replied.

"Can't you eat quietly" Casey shook her head.

"Alright baby." said Dariel embracing Casey's waist.