His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

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“The other day you said you pitied me. Cute. But between us? You’re the one who needs it. Playing the supportive little shadow, going to scans with me and the father of my babies.”

She wandered over to the counter, reached for the jug, and poured herself a glass of juice with the slow confidence of someone certain she was in control.

“So tell me. What’s next? Delivery room? Helping with the diaper change?”

My fingers tightened around the square of chocolate until it bent, the softened edges leaking against my skin. I didn’t lift my eyes. My voice stayed locked in my throat, too tired to let her in, too aware that if I spoke, I might not stop.

Her laugh was low and cruel. “That’s all you’ll ever be. Watch me live what you never will.”

She didn’t wait for a response. She took a slow sip of her juice, eyes still locked on mine, before turning and walking out.

The sound of her footsteps faded, but the words stayed, pressing into me. After sitting through her scan earlier, watching her cradle the proof of what I might never have, it was too much.

My knees hit the floor before I realized I was falling. The chocolate dropped from my hand, smearing across the tile as the tears came fast, hot, and unrelenting, blurring the silver and white of the kitchen until it was just a watery mess in front of me.

I didn’t hear the front door. I only felt the sudden weight of Liam dropping to his knees beside me, the scent of his cologne cutting through the salt in my lungs. His arms locked around me like he could shield me from what had already been said.

When I looked up, his eyes were glassy but burning, his jaw clenched so tight it looked painful.

“If she pushes you to tears again,” he said, his voice trembling with fury, “I don’t care what it costs me. I’ll end it.”

I had barely stopped shaking when Liam pulled back just far enough to see my face. His palm stayed warm on my jaw, thumb grazing my cheek like he could read the truth through skin.

“What did she say?”

His voice was calm, the kind that makes the air heavier, and whispers a storm is close.

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Chapter 122

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“It’s nothing.” I murmured, forcing a smile I didn’t feel. “Cassie’s just… Cassie. I got overly emotional. It’s fine.”

He studied me for one heartbeat too long. I felt the question still burning behind his eyes.

Then he straightened. “Fine. Since you won’t tell me, I’ll handle it my way.” His jaw tightened.

“Liam…”

He was already moving, long strides cutting across the hall. I scrambled after him, heart pounding.

“Liam, please, calm down…”

He didn’t. His fist slammed against Cassie’s door, the sound so sharp it made me flinch.

Cassie opened the door with a puzzled look, but the moment she saw his face, her skin lost its

color.

“Liam, what…”

He lifted a single finger. The gesture alone cut her off.

“The only reason you’re in this house, indulged, protected, tolerated, is because of her.” He pointed at me without looking away from Cassie. “If there’s one person you should thank every day, it’s her.”

He took a slow step forward, his stare never wavering. Cassie stepped back, the shift almost

instinctive.

“It seems you’ve forgotten who I am in this city. The influence I have. What I can do to anyone who crosses me.” His tone dipped lower, so cold it raised goosebumps in my arms.

“You know my reputation, Cassie. You’ve seen what happens when someone touches what’s mine.”

Her lips parted like she might argue, but no sound came.

“So take this as your first and last warning. Stay bitter if you want. But keep it away from my woman. Because if I have to step in again…” He leaned in just enough for her to feel the heat of his breath. “You won’t like how it ends.”

He turned and walked away, the tension trailing behind him like a storm front.

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