Chapter 90: How Ironic
The sweet smell of warm, fluffy pancakes filled the room. They were made by Daniel, the man who is often said to be too busy to spend time with her. Actually, he didn't lack time to spend with her; he just didn't want to.
How ironic, Chantelle thought, a bitter laugh rising in her chest.
Though sadness filled her heart, she almost got up to leave. But a part of her still wanted to stay and fulfill her old wish. I'll just have one bite.
She sat down and silently began eating the pancake. It was delicious!
"How's the pancake, Ms. Bently? Is it to your liking?"
"Hmm, it's good. You cook well, Mr. Wilson."
"Glad you like it."
Chantelle couldn't help but say, "Mrs. Wilson must have been lucky. You have such great cooking skills."
"Unfortunately, she never got to try my breakfast. I regretted that, so I learned and hoped one day I could serve breakfast for her," Daniel said seriously. He then placed another piece of freshly made pancake on Chantelle's plate.
Chantelle felt a pang of sadness and confusion as she stared at the golden-brown pancake.
Moments later, Calvin's voice echoed in the dining room.