Chapter 6
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Tasha decided to take a different approach this time. She wanted to surprise Carson with a new coffee flavor. As she prepared the brew, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. She hoped that this time, Carson would truly enjoy it.
"Abby, could you do me a favor and taste this coffee? I want to make sure it's perfect," Tasha asked, handing Abby a spare spoon.
Abby took a sip and immediately gave her feedback. "It's great, but I think it needs a little less sugar, Ma'am Tasha."
Tasha sighed and glanced at the sink filled with five cups of coffee she had already brewed. She never really liked coffee herself, but she was determined to create a special blend just for Carson. She wanted to have her own signature coffee that he would love.
"What about this one?" she asked, hoping it would finally meet his expectations.
It seemed that brewing the perfect cup of coffee for Carson wasn't as easy as she thought. Abby mentioned that if he didn't like the coffee, he wouldn't drink it and might even leave on an empty stomach. Tasha worried that he would just order coffee to be delivered to his office instead. However, Abby gave her a thumbs up, making her smile.
"Finally," Tasha exclaimed happily. She made a mental note of the brewing process so she could replicate it in the future.
The next morning, Tasha woke up early to try the coffee she had prepared for Carson. But to her surprise, once again, he wasn't sleeping beside her. This was the third time he had chosen to sleep in the living room.
"Are you alright, Tasha?" Karla asked, noticing her absent-mindedness as she headed towards the kitchen.
"I'm fine," Tasha replied softly.
"He'll wake up later, Tasha. He prefers to have his coffee while reading the newspaper," Abby informed her.
Tasha was grateful that Abby, Nida, and Karla didn't ask too many questions about why Carson wasn't sleeping in their room again.
When Carson finally woke up, he entered their room briefly to use the bathroom. After that, he left again, searching for his coffee.
"I'll bring it to him," Tasha volunteered to deliver Carson's coffee.
"Good luck, Tasha," Abby cheered with a smile.
Taking a deep breath, Tasha made her way to where Carson was. He was in the pool area, surrounded by glass walls.
Carson was seated on the patio, reading the newspaper headlines. He smiled as he remembered his father as a young man, his father also liked to read the newspaper in the morning.
Carefully, Tasha placed Carson's cup of coffee on a round table, also putting a saucer beside it.
"Have your coffee while it's still hot," Tasha suggested to her husband.
Upon hearing her voice, Carson looked up. "Why are you the one bringing my coffee?"
"Is there a problem?" Tasha counter asked her husband.
"Are you a maid here to do that?"
She was momentarily taken aback by his rudeness. It seemed like this was his usual demeanor during breakfast.
"I'm not a maid here, but I am your wife, whether you like it or not. Even if you say it's just on paper., there's nothing wrong with me bringing you coffee because it's what a wife does, serving her husband. That's how my Mom treat my Dad."
Carson lowered his newspaper on the table. "And you know we're not married the way your mom and dad are, Natasha. Stop comparing us to others. Our situation is entirely different from theirs."
"Why are you like that? Can't you at least be civil with me? Do you think I'm happy to be here in your house? I feel like Rapunzel trapped in a high tower."
"Do you think I'm happy you're here?"
That left her speechless for a while. How could he talk to her like this? She swallowed to remove the lump in her throat.
"It's clear from your face that you're not happy. But me, I'm trying to adjust to the new environment around me. And that includes you, Carson."
"You don't need to boss me around, Natasha."
"Tasha," she corrected to what she was used to being called by people close to her. It felt like when someone called her Natasha, they weren't close.
"Your name is Natasha."
"Well, you're like a stranger to me. So go ahead, call me Natasha."
One more glance at Carson before she turned away. She blew as she walked away from her husband.
She found herself contemplating once again what to do to win him over.
After Tasha exited the door connected to the indoor pool, she subtly hid behind the lush plants. From there, she peeked at Carson, who was once again engrossed in reading the newspaper.
When Carson picked up his coffee cup, Tasha almost held her breath, waiting for him to taste it. It seemed like he paused for a moment when he sipped the coffee. Then, he took another sip.
He appeared satisfied with the coffee, still holding the cup and sipping while reading the newspaper.
At that moment, her heart swelled with joy because her effort was worth it. She left that part of the penthouse with a wide smile on her face.
"Please don't tell Carson that I'm the one making his coffee," Tasha instructed as she went to the kitchen to meet the kitchen staff.
"Sure," they replied.
Esther gave her a smile.
Another thing Tasha learned, since she didn't have much else to do, was cooking. Not that she wanted to take over their job and the one making Carson's coffee. She just wanted to learn a bit. because, she wanted to surprise Carson with her cooking without him knowing.
Even if he didn't speak about liking the food she prepared, seeing his reaction was enough for her.
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