Chapter 20

I took the pitcher from Bethy's hand just when she was about to pour the freshly squeeze lemon juice to Malik's crystal glass. At first, she was hesitant to let me do the serving but through the encouragement that my eyes are giving her. She sighs in defeat and handed me the pitcher.

I subtly move my hand to shove her away as well those palace maids standing meters away from us. They are stationed there just in case Malik and I needs something, they can easily come to us and provide but I think. If there's anything my brother and I needs. It's privacy.

"Your lady-in waiting is cute. I like her. On the second thought she is perfection. The word cute does not do justice in describing her," he commented. Malik's eyes are after Bethy's. He is particularly watching how her butt moves as she walks away.

"Hey, stop staring at her like that. She is a good friend of mine and I don't like that you are sexualizing her." I hit his head with my hand before I continue to pour in the juice on his