“How dare you get me orange juice instead of an apple?” Karina yelled out, startling the poor maid who just shut her eyes because of the liquid dripping on her face.

Leaping up, “What in God’s name is your problem, Karina?” Derek shouted back at her. The deep creases between his brows showed his dissatisfaction.

However, a prickling sensation had arisen in her cheeks at the mention of her name in his mouth- it sounded so intimate.

And it was the first time he would be calling out her name openly.

Derek collected his handkerchief from his trouser pocket and quickly rushed over to wipe the maid’s face, telling her...