I Won't Bother You Again If You Grant My One Request

"Put it down."

The maid put the ceramic bowl on the coffee table opposite Asher. A herbal scent wafted in the air, coming from the soup.

Bending over slightly, Asher picked up the lid that covered the soup. A common-looking soup was revealed to his eyesight.

There was nothing extraordinary but, Asher couldn't help but have a sinking feeling when he looked at the soup.

Throughout his childhood to adulthood, his mother Shelley had never done something like this. Only his grandmother cared enough about him getting additional nutrition from a variety of soups and tonics.

"You can leave now," said Asher to the maid. He wanted to resume reading for a bit more before taking a bath.

The maid bit her lower lip, appearing slightly anxious. Her gaze went from the soup to Asher who started reading the book again.

Despite knowing how frigid he was, the maid remained standing there.