Chapter 004
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Chapter 004
Elena's POV
It hit me like a tonne of bricks the next morning. I was unprepared for it.
Miss Darya had instructed me to bring Jarek's coffee right into his room. He apparently had it first thing every day. It was orders, not a recommendation.
How should I approach him? The advice to avoid the so-called Young Master came from her. Why was she asking me to deal with him right now?
I attempted to object.
"But Ma, after what happened yesterday, I'm not sure I should—”
She disconnected me before I could finish.
"Are you challenging my orders?" How dare you whine? She hissed, her voice like a knife. "Get out from my sight; I swear I'll slap some sense into you. And trust me, it’ll be worse if I lay a hand on you.”
Her comments made my spine tingle.I attempted to manage my anxiety by taking deep breaths.
I grabbed the tray containing the steaming coffee cup in an almost frantic hurry to leave the kitchen.
The cold, white lights in the corridor made everything still. As I ascended the stairs, the weight of anxiety resounded in every step I took.
I paused a moment when I got to his door. My heart pounded in my chest as my hand hovered over the doorknob. asked to knock.
No reply.
SSnothing; hing I waited while breathing.
Excellent; this was just improving.
I inhaled deeply, then pushed the door open and started inside. The room still smelled strongly of linen. Jarek lay spread out on the bed, his body hardly covered by the thin blankets. He seemed so calm, so unlike the bully he typically was. With every breath, his chest moved; the soft white blanket dropped just below his neck.
Uncertain of what to do next, I watched him for a moment. How could I awaken him?
I proceeded to the next lesson and disposed of the tray. The only remaining challenge was getting him out of bed.
“Y-young Master? Please wake up," I said gently.
Not replied.
I slightly raised my voice, but nothing changed.
Maybe I needed to get a little more... hands-on.
I reached out, tapping his shoulder gently, hoping to stir him from his deep sleep. His brow wrinkled at the interruption as he turned under the covers. As his face twisted, I felt a strange sensation in my stomach.
Was I really thinking he looked rather adorable?
No, no manner.
This brat was never adorable to me. I would much sooner puke on him than own my guilt.
"Sir... sir, I carried your cof—”
Before I could finish, he yanked me down into the bed with him, dragging me against his warm body. I was shocked, our faces inches apart, my heart pounding in my chest. As he held me close, I could sense his grip tightening about my waist.
"shuts down." His voice rumbled low and coarse, shivering down my spine with its intensity.
Oh my God, why did his voice sound like that? So deep. So... dangerous.
To object, I opened my mouth, but he cut me off.
"Shutter, will you?" His eyes opened and locked onto mine with such force that I stopped.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the heat rising on my face. Why was I reacting this way?
His gaze stayed on me for a long moment, like he was trying to figure me out. Then his expression shifted slightly. I could’ve sworn he glanced down at my lips.
I found it difficult to breathe. What was under progress?
Naked and unexpectedly, he pushed me off him. I dropped hard, my knee thudding angrily against the floor.
Growled, sitting up, "Get off me, dammit!" His hand slid through his untidy hair; eyes narrowed in irritation.
Attempting to manage the pain in my knee, I clenched my teeth. Rising, I pushed myself not to show frailty.
"Are you a slut or what? What? He sneered, staring at me as if I were an insect. He threw himself at me with such intensity.
His remarks amounted to a scolding. I wanted to snap back, but I knew better. Even if he made it rather difficult, I had to restrain myself.
"I-I aaaapologise, sir.didn't do it intentionally. I arrived here to bring your coffee, but you were still asleep. I tried waking you. I intended not to—“
Indeed? You think I dragged you into bed? His voice was sharp and contemptuous. He scolded me in a way that made me shiver. "You"—this is something.
His remarks pierced me with a sharp edge. Though it was difficult, I tried to push the sting aside. He seemed to be excavating old scars.
In an attempt to relax, I gulp down the lump in my throat.
He laughed and said, "Just admit it, you're hot for me. Unfortunately, I'm not fond of maids.
His phrasing of "maids" set my blood on fire. Fighting the impulse to snap, I closed my fists.
Just as I was ready to speak, he grabbed the coffee on the desk and sipped it.
He choked, sputtered, and coughed right away as the liquid touched his mouth. Then he totally ruined my uniform by spitting coffee all over it.
Shocked, I watched him curse under his breath. "What the hell is this?" What kind of maids work here? I am considering replacing the team. You produced this garbage?
"No, sir," I said straightforwardly, trying to maintain a steady voice. I didn't want him to see how negatively his words were impacting me.
His face contorted in disgust, he yelled, "Get the hell out of my room before I throw this cup at your hea"d."
My tolerance broke.
I lifted my head and cast the dirtiest glare I could produce. He barely flinched but quickly covered it up. My eyes stayed fixed on his as I tore the cup and tray from his hands. Hurrying out of the room, I gave the door all the force I could muster for a slamming action.
That man astounds me. He embodied everything I detested: nastiness and haughtiness. But for some reason, his blood made more than anyone I had ever encountered boil.
As I made my way back to the kitchen, I spotted Miss Darya. I couldn't contain my rage anymore.
“Ma, Young Master hated the coffee you made,” I said, my voice cold. “He even threatened to fire all of us for doing a bad job.”
She looked at me, her expression difficult to read. She did not yell at me, either, though. She merely raised an eyebrow instead.
"Well then, why don't you go ahead and make his coffee from now on?" She shot back. To my face, your words seem so bold.
I scowled, not backing down. "Fine. I will."
It was not going to be particularly difficult. I had coffee not too long ago—many times. Just how disastrous could it be?
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