Loving You Is Not An Accident: It's Destiny 45 I Don't Include Marriage In My Plans

She never thought by just merely acc.u.mulating something like this on her own could somehow alleviate their gap for the past years she's been absent from their presence.

"Feel yourselves comfortable, dad, mom, Lance. I'll go to the kitchen to supervise the preparation."

"Can I help you?" Lance volunteered.

"If you want…" without hesitation, Lance stood up and go with Ingrid to the kitchen. While her parents were busy playing with Clark.

"You got a lovely home, Ingrid." The man said with positive reception.

"Thanks, Lance. This is a product of hard work and determination." She replied beaming.

"Yes, I could see that. Your future husband is very lucky to have a wife like you, your good at business and in domestic ch.o.r.es, too."

"Hmm, about that, I doubt it,"

"Doubt? Why?" he is confounded on her statement.

"Because I don't include marriage in my plans, that's why I decided to give birth to Clark." She said frankly.

"Woah! What a bold move…" Lance said in awe.

When they reached the kitchen, the househelps were all busy preparing the food to be served, however, she decided to put the food at the garden since she felt eating outside the house.

"Jeri, I decided that we eat outside, tell the others to lit up the candles and dim the lights in the garden." She smiled as she imagined having a cozy dinner with her family.

"So you like outdoors, huh?" Lance commented while having mental notes of her likes and dislikes for his future reference.

"Ahh kinda, only if the ambiance is suggesting it…"

Out of the blue Ingrid's phone rang. She saw her boss number, Clint Briggs, on screen. She furrowed her brows upon reading it and hurriedly swiped to answer the phone.

"h.e.l.lo, Mr. Clint?"

"Hi, Ingrid, sorry if I disturb you, but may I ask if you're with your parents?"

"Yes, sir, do you have plans tonight with them, sir? Should I call on them now for you to talk?"

"Where are you now?" his tone was somewhat hinting something.

"We're at my house, sir…"

"Ohh.. I thought you're in the hotel, I would love to invite your family for a dinner with us, but I forgot to inform you earlier. I'll just–" Ingrid barge in.

"If you want sir, you could join us for dinner, though, it's just a simple meal.."

"Oh, I fear that I might interrupt your intimate dinner…" he said as if he is hesitant but also expectant that Ingrid should insist.

"No, no. It would be an honor if you'll join us, sir.." her voice sounded like a loving daughter.

"Really? I'll bring the best wine John liked. We'll be there in any moment… Bye!"

"Let's go back to the living room, I'll inform dad and mom that Mr. Briggs is coming to joining us."

So when they get the in the living room, the couple was in happy spirits when they knew that the Briggs will join them at dinner. They hurriedly went to their room and changed clothes, Ingrid too decided to sponge bath Clark since they were all out all day and she feels sticky, too. But then Ingrid remembered Lance and asked him if he would like to change some clothes or a s.h.i.+rt perhaps.

"I've specifically prepared clothing for my visitors in case that they need one, since I always make sure that I am ready for any emergency. If you want I can lend you all you need if you feel sticky due to of our today's trip."

"You do? How amazing?" Lance admiration to Ingrid grew deeper, furthermore he could not wait for the day that he could honestly confess to her what he feels about her.

"It's nothing new; I believe you do the same, right?" she said inquiringly.

"Ahh yes.." Ingrid led her to a room and when they opened it, he saw well arranged clothing for men and women.