I went up the stairs to get down. I went straight to the stock room to put the cleaners I used in Señorito's room.

When I came out, Mother Selma immediately greeted me.

"Which one will I clean-"

"Make some coffee and take it to Señorito Mour's room-"

"Yes?" Shocked and I couldn't believe the old man's question. But it just raised his eyebrow at me.

"That's the Señorito's order!"

"But Nay Selma, I just went down-"

"Make some coffee-"

"Señorito has his own kitchen-"

"Janna!" I close my eyes because of its scream. "That's Señorito Mour's order so you'll follow it. You're the one he wants to deliver coffee to, so you'll do it. Use the elevator to get there but you'll have to climb the stairs back here. Clear?" there was nothing to do but nod and go up to the kitchen to make coffee for the eldest son of the de LaVien family.

I stopped realizing ...

What kind of coffee does it like?

Is it pure? Or Is there milk?

I leaned on the side of the sink.

based on his physical appearance and his temperament ... Maybe he likes pure coffee?

I nodded at the thought. Pure coffee.

I brewed coffee and placed it on the wooden tray. I was also accompanied by a glass of water and then I entered the elevator.

a few more seconds before I finally knocked on the door. But I heard no answer from within. I knocked thrice. I waited a few more seconds for an answer but as before, nothing.

I took a deep breath and spoke.

"Miss Mour?"

"Come in." I heard a shout from inside. I winced at what had happened. Why didn't he answer when I knocked?

I turned the door and opened it. Its sweaty body was exposed to me. No top cover. I was immediately distracted. All attention was focused on the tray.

"What took you so long?" this question was irritating. I bowed.

"I am sorry." It slowly walked closer to me so I immediately set the tray down on its dining table. He took a sipped on his coffee.

I looked at it nervously. but the slight trepidation turned to great fear when it rudely put down the coffee.

"Bitter." It whispered. When the two of us caught sight of it, I just wanted to run away from it.

"Mag ... Shall I mix something new?" I shudder to question. but it just looked at me rudely and raised an eyebrow.

"What do you think?" Trembling I nodded and quickly picked up the tray.

I just want to cry because of the annoyed feeling. This is my third time, but still nothing.

"Are you trying to kill me with this coffee?"

"Yes?"

"Too sweet."

...

"Why does it tastes like herbs?"

"P-Po?"

"Nevermind. I don't like it."

...

"This is tasteless."

"I-I put a little g-milk on that-"

"Still tasteless"

annoyed, I went out of the mansion to buy coffee. Yours in the sachet. And I wish I had done that earlier.

"This tastes fine. You can go." I want to jump in annoyance and delight!

3N1 is the only counterpart! I wish I had done it earlier!

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