Chapter 89

The maid quickly snatched the cup Carnation was holding, in her shock she violently looked at the maid. "Oh my gosh! You startled me."

"I'm sorry ma'am. What do you want? I'll do it instead," the maid presented and pulled her to sit on the high chair. "Do you want a coffee?"

"N-no, I'm fine." Carnation stood up again. "I can do it myself, I'll make my own coffee—"

"Ma'am… Sir Luca has strictly instructed us to serve you."

"But I can—"

"I'll lose my job if I let you do what you want Ma'am. We're here to serve you and give you what you want." Carnation did not continue to approach the countertop to prepare herself a coffee. She took a deep breath, and turned to the maid again. She smiled sparingly at her.

"Looks like I can't do anything anymore." She surrendered and let the maid make her coffee. Carnation just fitted herself into sitting in the high chair and comforted herself by looking at the kitchen interior.

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