97. Gratitude begets happiness

"That might be the case," Denny dismissed his thoughts. "As an apology, let me make the food for both of us."

Denny guided Trisha to sit on a high stool by the island area. It was wide enough to be his space to cook the food while Trisha was watching and they were talking.

"Wow! I wonder how a dashing alpha male can cook," Trisha could not help praising Denny.

"I had to learn ever since I lived on my own," Denny stated with a proud smile. Then he started preparing the ingredients and things he needed while he also started to tell Trisha some of his life stories. "I am the youngest son from a family of Medical practitioners. My parents wanted me to be like them, be a doctor and walk in the same path they have already paved their way for me, but I don't like to live like them. Bound in their professions too deep that their lives felt dull. I know they are saving lives, but they seem to forget to live their own. If they are happy with it, it's okay. But they cannot ask me to give up my