Jasper's expression was thunderous. He shot a look at Nate Jennings, who was still frozen in place, and barked in a low voice, "Are you coming over here? Or do I have to carry you?"
Nate Jennings chuckled sheepishly. "No, no, that won't be necessary! I wouldn't dare trouble you, sir!"
With that, she walked over to Anna's side, took the glass of water from her hand, and offered it to Jasper.
Anna instinctively stepped back to make room for Nate. With a fawning, apologetic smile, Nate offered him the water.
Jasper's expression, however, only grew colder. He shot her a glare and said, "I don't want water. Coffee."
The corner of Nate's mouth twitched, but she kept a smile plastered on her face. "Of course, Young Master. I'll go make you a cup of coffee right away."
