Daphne left with a smile on her face after hearing her reply. She wished her all the best for her trip while hinting that it was a great time to make babies even though the wedding was right around the corner.
After that, Joyce was left alone, and once again, Gavin found her offering French pastries that she could eat in solitude. Sometimes it feels like the man was trying to make a fat on purpose.
"Can I have some of these to go? I don't know where I'm going, but if you could pack these?" She waved her finger around on the pastries that he had brought her nervously.
"Yes mam, I will make sure that they make a fresh batch for this."
A fresh batch?! "Oh no—" by the time choice could get another word of her disagreement out, Gavin was already gone.
