As Jaehyun approaches the breakfast nook, he’s almost forgotten his purpose of excusing himself because of Chanhyun’s antics. But the moment he tastes the foul-tasting coffee that is supposedly prepared for him, he remembers his anger and suddenly he feels like smashing the ceramic cup on someone’s face.
“Minyoung,” he calls out without looking.
The maid walks closer, placing the hand towel she’s using on the sink. “Mr. Byul?”
“Who was in charge of the kitchen this morning?”
At least this time, Minyoung seems to realize the gravity of her mistake. “Oh. Uhm...”
“Someone yelled at my son for a damned piece of strawberry.” Jaehyun looks up to give her an intimidating glare and smiles to himself when he sees it’s working. “A strawberry,” he repeats.
“Mr. Byul...”
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