My Poor Secretary's
The Part 25
The bright sky is getting dim, changing orange is so beautiful. Danzel hummed her way to her car. He has a good plan to see Gwen again.
The black pantofel-clad leg began to stomp on the gas. He looked back where the basket of chocolates purchased from Selena was intact in his car.
“Hopefully succeeded,” hope Danzel.
Twenty-five minutes Danzel spent on the road. The four-wheeled vehicle began to enter the basement. And the charismatic man went straight to the elevator with his hands carrying a basket filled with a lot of chocolate.
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Danzel presses the bell of Gwen's apartment unit. It does not sound too beautiful because the price is also not expensive. It's okay, what matters is that the residents inside are very charming.
“Mr Danzel?” greet Gwen with a slight surprise after opening the door.
“Danzel, without mr.” The man straightened out Gwen's call. He does not want to be at a distance like an employer and a friend.
“Ah, yes. Danzel.” Gwen called her. “What's up here?” tanyakanya.
Danzel held up the basket she was tenting to be seen by Gwen. “I want to return this to Selena, yesterday left in my car.”
“Thank you, sorry to trouble you.” Gwen took over the thing and looked at the contents inside. “Didn't you buy the chocolate? Why is it still here?”
Gwen who heard Danzel's murmur slightly smiled softly. Felt funny mother-daughter like herself was being wrestled by a man.
“No need to bother, Danzel. You can give the chocolate to your niece,” subtract it fine. They just got to know, it's not good to receive a gift.
“I don't have a nephew, because I'm an only child and not married,” Danzel explained. “But if you want to be my side and be the mother of my children, then I will gladly accept you.” He blinked next to his eyebrows tempting Gwen.
Gwen simply stared flat without responding to Danzel's temptation. It makes the man feel bad.
“Joking, don't take it seriously. But if you want me to be serious, I'll be very happy.” Danzel tried to melt the atmosphere. His hand was raised to stroke the top of Gwen's head, but it didn't. He can't be presumptuous and it ends with his fingers restoring his own hair.
Danzel cleared her throat to neutralize the turmoil in her chest. “Didn't you let me in or offer me a drink? I'm thirsty.”
“Oh, sorry, I forgot.” But Gwen did not want the man to enter her apartment again. She didn't mean to be an impolite host, but she was trying to fortify herself when her husband wasn't with her. “Please enter.” With a heavy heart, the thirty-six-year-old woman let Danzel sit on her couch.
Danzel threw her charming smile as her butt landed perfectly on Gwen's not-so-so-so-softer object. But it doesn't matter, as long as there is a woman of his heart, everything will feel comfortable. The man was truly like a youngster who was trying to lure women.
“What do you drink? Fresh fruit juice or mineral water? I only have those two,” bargain Gwen trying to stay friendly.
“Jus also can,” Danzel replied. He deliberately asked for something that needed a process in order to linger looking at Gwen while struggling in the kitchen.