By the time Arielle and Thomas returned home, it was already 4 hours later.
They did not offer any explanation. But the glow on Arielle’s face and the satisfied smirk on Thomas’s were self-explanatory.
“You ruined my date to screw your wife. You have a big house; you could have done that anytime.” John grumbled under his breath.
Having been friends with Thomas for over a decade, despite working for him for eight odd years, they shared a good rapport, even though it could not compare to that between Thomas and Mathew, who had been friends since diapers.
Brenda heard him and laughed but did not comment on it.
“She is sleeping now. I think John and I will get going now. I will come some other day to eat garlic shrimp.” She said to Arielle before she started tidying herself.
“I would ask you to stay back, but we have not even started prepping for dinner. We will probably end up with takeouts now. You guys have fun. Call me next time you have time off, and I will cook you a feast.” A
