Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Presidential Mansion

Miexha sat on the edge of her bed, swinging her feet slightly as she waited.

Every evening, Jayson visited her room before bedtime.

It had become their quiet routine.

But tonight— He still hadn't come.

Miexha glanced at the clock on her wall.

Almost bedtime.

She sighed softly and hugged her pillow.

Maybe he's busy...

After a moment, she slid off the bed.

"It's always Jayson who comes to me," she murmured to herself. "That's not very fair."

So for once, Miexha decided she would go to him instead.

She slipped on her slippers and stepped into the quiet hallway.

The mansion was peaceful at night, the warm lights reflecting off polished floors.

But before she went to find him, something crossed her mind.

Jayson loved iced coffee.

He drank it almost every time. (Miexha always sees him holding ice coffee)

Miexha paused.

Then she turned toward the kitchen.

Inside the mansion's large kitchen, the head chef was finishing preparations for the next day.

He looked up in surprise when Miexha entered.

"Little miss?"

Miexha clasped her hands politely.

"Um... could you help me make iced coffee?"

The chef blinked.

"For Young Master Jayson?"

Miexha nodded quickly.

"Yes."

The chef chuckled warmly.

"Well, you're in luck. I know exactly how he likes it."

He began preparing the drink, explaining each step while Miexha watched carefully.

"Cold brew base," he said, pouring the coffee over ice. "A little cream. Not too sweet."

Miexha leaned closer, studying everything.

"Can you teach me?" she asked shyly.

The chef smiled. "Of course."

Miexha nodded seriously.

"I'm going to be Jayson's wife," she said matter-of-factly, "I should at least know how to make his coffee."

The chef nearly laughed but caught himself, covering his mouth politely.

How adorable.

Miexha carefully followed the instructions, mixing the drink exactly as she had seen.

She looked very pleased with herself.

In her mind, she could already picture it—

A future kitchen.

A quiet home.

And Jayson is drinking the coffee she made for him every morning.

Meanwhile—

At the front security hall of the Presidential Mansion—