Intrigued, Delilah pushed open the door to her office and was greeted by the sight of a neatly wrapped box sitting on her desk. She recognized the elegant logo on the box—an upscale restaurant known for its gourmet lunches.
Delilah's lips curved into a smile as she lifted the lid, revealing an array of delicious-looking dishes. She picked up the note tucked inside, her smile widening as she read the note [I don't want you to just grab a bite; I want you to eat something nice. Don't skip meals just because I'm not around to make you. –Your darling husband whom you might miss.]
She giggled softly, shaking her head as she pulled out her phone. [Why are you wasting your money on me, Blake?] she texted, wondering how he could have afforded the meal.
