CHAPTER 19

House

"I MADE the coffee, Sir," I admitted in a brave voice.

Ivan deeply shut his eyes before he gave me death stares as if I reached the bottom of his patience. Quickly after he turned his head to them, his facial expression changed in a second and apologetically smiled at them.

I bit my lower lip. Yes, it is my fault because I intentionally made it taste really bitter, but I am not bitter just like what Blake mentioned. Why would I be? I just wanted to make fun sometimes and see his reaction.

"I am deeply sorry for this, Sir. He is our new barista and is still taking brewing classes. If you will let us, we will replace your coffee and a cake of your choice in the house," Ivan negotiated then side-eyed me. "Leonardo, you go make the coffee instead."

"It's fine, I know him. I guess, Iris has been really caught up and exhausted for the past few days," said Blake.

He let out a little smile. I don't know if it's just me, but his tone sounds a bit offhanded and insincere? Was he just