Before Arielle could react, Vinson finished the sandwich in a few gulps.
“That is Trisha’s!”
“I know,” blurted Vinson before rephrasing his sentence. “I’m not full. Anyway, she might have already eaten breakfast, so it’ll be a waste. It’s better that I eat it.”
He did not want to share what his wife made with anyone else, even if the sandwich was huge and his stomach was stuffed.
Arielle did not think much about it and merely assumed that Vinson had a huge appetite.
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