"Seriously, tell Maria that I'm not drinking this shit again." He put down the cup of tea that the maid served him with a bang.
"That's awful." He scrunched his nose at the terrible smell and stuck his tongue out from the bitter taste of the boiled dried leaves.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but it was Madam's order to give you the tea." The maid explained, her voice slightly trembling as she gathered the tray and hurried out of the room.
"That woman would be the death of me." He complained, ranting as he tried to scrub the taste of the disgusting blend from his mouth. "First, she took away my cigar, my whiskey, and now my coffee."
"Sir, I think Madam Dianne just wants to keep you healthy." Taylor calmly said, reasoning with him.
Although he knew his wife meant well, he still didn't like it. He used to be in complete control of his life and the people around him. "Now, I can't even control what I put into my body."
