?Chapter 155:


    Leif nodded.


    “Where is he now?”


    “In the study,” Leif replied, then hesitated before adding, “There’s something else you should know.”


    “What’s that?”


    “The night Mr. Burke left, he made sure I paid the household staff’s wages and warned them against repeat incidents.”


    Yvonne expressed her appreciation warmly. “Thank you for sharing that with me.” Before heading to the study on the second floor, Yvonne brewed a fresh pot of coffee.


    She then tapped lightly on the door.


    “Come in!” a voice quickly came from inside, low and emotionless.


    Upon seeing Norton engrossed in his work, Yvonne chose not to interrupt. Silently, she ced a cup of coffee in front of him.


    A few momentster, he reached for the cup. He took a sip, a crease forming on his brow.


    “This coffee seems more bitter than usual,” he said, looking up inquisitively. His eyes then fell on Yvonne.


    “Why are you here?” he asked, his tone carrying a hint of sharpness.


    Yvonne approached him directly, without hesitation. “Leif and Edmond filled me in about the household staff and Jorge. I owe you an apology. I was wrong about you.”


    Norton was momentarily stunned, then simply nodded. His reaction was notably reserved.


    Was this his way of forgiving her, or was he still holding back?


    Fresh stories here gα?ησν????s?c?m


    “Do you still hold a grudge against me?” Yvonne asked.


    “And what if I do?”


    Honestly, she hadn’t thought about that. Could a grown man really be so petty?


    After a moment of thought, Yvonne suggested, “Would you like me to make another cup of coffee for you?”


    “Okay.” Norton gave a short nod.


    Yvonne secretly rolled her eyes. Was he incapable of saying more than a few words at once?


    “I’ll get it now.”


    She wasted no time and returned in minutes with a fresh cup of coffee. But the moment Norton popped open the lid, he frowned slightly. “Still too bitter.”


    Yvonne was at a loss for words.


    On her third attempt, Norton barely even looked up. “Too sweet.” What on earth did he want, then?


    That was when it hit her—he was ridiculously hard to satisfy.


    Whatever, she’d keep trying.


    On her fourth attempt, she took her time, carefully adjusting the sugar to get the perfect taste.


    But the second Norton took a sip, his brows furrowed. “The water wasn’t even boiled.”


    .


    .


    .