Healing my disabled husband
Chapter 509 I Just Don'T Want To

Chapter 509 I just don't want to

Martha raised her head upon hearing the sound, looked at Douglas, and saw him walking over with two cups of coffee in his hand. Her heart skipped a beat, and that uneasy feeling became more and more serious.

No one drank coffee at three or four in the morning.

Martha curled her fingers and looked at Douglas nervously, trying to read something from his expression, but there was nothing. Douglas put a cup of coffee in front of Martha and held one in his hand.

He sat directly on the sofa opposite Martha, stretched his long legs slightly, and just looked at her.

Martha's eyes fell on the coffee, trying to avoid Douglas' gaze.

Douglas didn't seem to be in a hurry, but just sipped his coffee carefully.

If it weren't for the time now, this would really be a good state for drinking coffee.

Douglas sipped a cup of coffee slowly, did not speak during the period, but just looked at Martha quietly.

He said, "Don't you want to drink it? Do you think that my coffee making skills are not as good as yours?" Martha was speechless.

She thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be the case.

In the past seven years, she had never had coffee made by Douglas, and she made coffee every time for him instead.

It was fair to say that no one in the world knew Douglas's tastes better than she did.

Martha picked up the coffee cup and took a sip from it.

The coffee was a little cold at this moment.

Moreover, she didn't know if Douglas did it on purpose. Her cup of coffee had no milk or sugar. It was so bitter that she felt like her tongue was getting knotted. Her face crumpled and she looked piteously at Douglas and would have rushed at him and strangled him if she could.

This man was clearly taking revenge on her.

Douglas curled the corners of his mouth, looked at her provocatively, and said, "It's terrible? I think so too."

Martha became even more speechless.

Her eyes fell on Douglas' cup of coffee.

Although he had finished drinking it, judging from the residue, it should be exactly the same as hers.

Martha felt much better now.

However, the next second, Martha's mood became complicated again.

Douglas was a picky man, which was almost outrageous.

If she could, she didn't want to meddle in his business at all in terms of taste.

However, in the past seven years, Martha had been "tortured" by Douglas in every aspect of this matter.

Of course, she had also been trained because of this. As long as Douglas looked at her, she will know that there was something wrong with the stuff in his mouth.

Taking coffee for example, Douglas must drink sweet, double milk, and double sugar coffee.

Now Douglas was actually drinking the same flavor of coffee as her, which made her very shocked.

And an indescribable feeling came to her heart.

After a while, Martha said, "Mr. Torres, it turns out that you are not completely incapable of drinking bitter coffee."

He did drink it up just now.

Douglas said, "I can drink what other people can drink, but I don't want to."

Well, that was all he could say.