Slap... Pyar...
This man quickly threw the bowl of porridge so that it fell on the floor, even the bowl was split into several pieces.
"Ahh... Young master, forgive me for being stupid. What should I do? My apologies." The maid said with a sad and frightened face.
"Auntie... Go, clean up the rest of the porridge and bring another bowl here. It's not your fault, he's upset. Let me do it." Said a woman who was standing wearing office work clothes that were so neat.
"Very well, Miss Anne." Answered this maidservant as if the arrival of a guardian angel from the anger of her young master.
The waiter immediately tidied and cleaned the remnants of the porridge and the broken bowl until it was clean.
"You! Since when did you come dear?" Jonathan asked who quickly turned towards the door when he heard the melodious voice of a beautiful woman who was familiar to him.
