"Zach, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I promise it won't happen again, okay?" Danielle raised her hands, acting cute with a flushed face.

She then lowered her head, acting pitiful. "Look, I made dinner! The steak—I cooked it myself. I even got oil splattered on me—it really hurt."

Zachary glanced at the table, then at her reddened wrists, reminding him of how Rebecca had burned herself earlier while making pasta for him.

"I worked so hard, my dear Mr. CEO. Won't you give ...