The maid looked guiltily at Patricia and back at Adrian.
Had he not always taken everything they were ordered to do to him quietly?
When had he suddenly changed? She wondered as Adrian turned to leave.
“Stop right there! How dare you leave when I am not done talking? I want my tea. Go and make it for me right now!”
Adrian stopped, his tone cold and gaze unwavering as he looked at her. He responded, “I will not be doing that for you anymore. In fact, I will be gone soon enough. It is better to get used to the maids doing it. I am done.”
The truth was, one of the maids had tried to be helpful that morning when Adrian had not gone to the kitchen to prepare Patricia's tea as usual.
Patricia grimaced as she remembered the taste.
It had tasted horrible. The foam was not right. The texture
