The next second, Samantha's face scrunched up once that strange smell assaulted her senses. She spat the soup back out immediately.
The taste was just disgusting!
Samantha glanced in the direction that Timothy went. How could a man as picky as him manage to stomach all that?
She thought about it for some time but still could not figure out why. She guessed that he wanted to achieve his purpose of enslaving her at all costs!
In that case, she wanted to see just how long he would be able to hold out!
Samantha cleared the table, did the dishes, and walked out of the kitchen.
A man's voice rang from above. "Ms. Samantha."
Samantha looked up and saw Timothy standing on the second-floor railing with one hand on the rails. He looked at her and requested, "Bring me a cup of coffee."
'Hehe, he's really taking every chance he can to order me around.'
