Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 23

Vinson wanted to speak up but Arielle shot him a look before she replied with a meaningful smile, “Very well. Challenge accepted!” 

Shandie was momentarily taken aback but recovered quickly with a smirk. “Good! Let‘s do it. Right here, right now!” 

Cindy was not idling away in the gallery either as she went over to hash things out swiftly with the organizers, after which two coffee tables were moved onstage and equipped properly. 

Vinson looked a tad apprehensively at Arielle who remained silent throughout. 

Once the host saw that both of them are ready, he said, “Ladies, you may begin.” 

Shandie burst into action the moment his voice trailed off. 

The first step to creating latte art was, of course, to prepare the espresso which had to be hand–brewed by the participants themselves. 

The assiduous Shandie weighed up fifteen grams of coffee beans and fed them into the grinder with tremendous refinement. 

She was surprised to see Arielle appearing quite competent when she stole a glance over, as though the latter actually knew what she was doing 

before she raised the kettle to pour the boiling water in, clockwise

that this was something only professional brewers would know. Pouring clockwise would allow for the filter to adhere better to the holder, and

to tell from Arielle‘s understanding of this coupled with her deft

it be possible for this country girl to

her certainty that she was not hallucinating, Shandie was

from

for some time before she pinched herself hard and

if Arielle knows how to make coffee, will

deep drawl in a bid to settle herself and

water, after which an aromatic

Arielle still awaiting her second infusion while she herself was already done, and dismissed Arielle‘s

communicated that they

to brewing, the latte art was the real

the use of whole milk, and each person needed

an elegant smile, Shandie was first to speak, “My chosen theme is: A Snow–Covered Cottage in Freezing

the microphone came to Arielle, she paused before replying staidly, “Mine will be: The Bloom of a Thousand Pear–Flowers Ushered Forth by the