Chapter６０

Ella was aware of the tea and sleeping aspects, but what about the part about being hungry?. She had no concept of hell.

"Ella, I'm going to need your help. You'll come to me for intimacy every morning so I can eat, and every evening you'll prepare the tea so I can go to bed. Does it make sense? "He swung around to face her. Ella found it difficult to believe. Each morning?

Oh, no….

She forced a deep breath and turned her gaze away from his, unable to keep up. How is she handling this? Spenser quietly said, "Ella," and approached her. "You don't really want to help, do you? " .

"Of…. My King," she forced herself to reply. She could, however, have really had an issue. Like….. every morning in his bed? She genuinely didn't anticipate it.

"Good. I thus anticipate seeing you at my office every morning. And I anticipate receiving a cup of tea from you every night. " As Ella listened to him talk in that icy, commanding tone, her head was lowered.