Please honor my request.

Davino's face is pleased and cheerful; he doesn't want to display his happiness too much, but it is all depicted on his face.

- Please, Davino, wait till everything is clear. He spoke from the bottom of his heart.

He just picked up fruits from the food store; he could have asked someone else to get his necessities, but this time he took charge and chose the best quality on his own.

He brought a basket of fruits to his wife's waiting room.

When the door opened, he dashed to his wife, who was leaning on the head of the bed, placed the basket of fruits on the table, and looked her in the eyes.

"How are you, honey? Are you still feeling dizzy? Do you feel sick?" He had a troubled expression on his face.

Safira nodded her head, a tiny grin on her lips; she didn't want her husband to be too concerned about her condition.

Davino tenderly touched his wife's brow before kissing her on the lips.

Even though his chest was thumping and all his emotions were jumbled in his chest, he tried to relax