"You are my future husband," whispered Byanca with her fingers gently caressing Devan's lips.
"Don't be like this, honey," she added, shortening the distance between them, the woman wanted to kiss Devan but was immediately pushed away by the man.
"Take care of your attitude," said Devan, moving his body away from the woman.
Byanca snorted, the man again refused. No matter how hard she tried, he didn't even reply.
"Wow, you made your breakfast?" asked Byanca enthusiastically as if nothing had just happened. The woman stepped into the kitchen.
"But why did you make two?"
"Who is this one for?" she added, pointing to a plate of toast and other protein foods.
"For Hendra," answered Devan curtly.
"Could it be for me?"
"NO," Devan immediately grabbed the plate and put it in a safe place out of Byanca's reach.
