“Thank you, Mr James, but I really want to do this myself.”

“Are you sure, ma’am? The way the Sir likes his coffee, it’s quite a long process and different. We wouldn’t want you to stress yourself—”

“Mr James, please,” Kourtney interrupted, her tone firm yet playful. “I’m fine now. I’ve got this. Just leave it to me.”

James exchanged a nervous glance with the other kitchen staff, who were all watching intently. “Very well, Madame, but please call us if you need any assistance. We wouldn't like to see you get hurt.”

Kourtney smiled lightly, her heart warming at their protectiveness. “I promise. I’ll be careful.”

As the staff...