His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Jay grinned. “So basically you were caught… unfresh.”

“For the first time in my life,” Sophia admitted, wincing. Then she pointed at my belly, her voice softening. “And it was because of you. You see, princess? I’m already the best aunt and best friend. Don’t you dare try giving that title to anyone else.”

Jay snorted. “Best friend? Please. Emily, I’ve already fixed up a room in my house for you. If Liam and Sophia can’t do the basic job of keeping you safe, I’m stepping in.”

Sophia scoffed. “She wouldn’t want to live at your place.”

Jay shot her a warning look. “Sophia…”

But she kept going. “Because she’d have to deal with all the late–night noise. And the steady line of overnight guests shuffling in and out.”

My jaw dropped. “Jay. No way. You?”

Jay groaned, covering his face.

Sophia smirked. “Every model and half the actresses in this city have seen Jay’s goods.”

“Jesus Christ, Sophia Black!” Jay shouted, his ears flaming red. “Do you not have a filter?”

“You’re one to talk,” she fired back.

I laughed until my sides hurt, tension easing for the first time all day.

Jay stood in mock offense. “I see what this is. A gang–up. Fine. I’m leaving.”

As he reached the door, I called after him, grinning. “Since you’re already in a hospital, maybe get yourself checked while you’re at it.”

He paused, turned just enough to flash a wicked smirk. “Checkup? Please. Ever heard of condoms? Not that I’d know, unlike you, carrying proof of raw sex.”

“Get out, Jay!” I shouted, still grinning as he left.

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Chapter 147

When the laughter died down. I turned to Sophia. “So… update me on Cassic.”

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Her expression hardened. “She ran before we got home. Smart choice. She better keep running.”

“Where’s Liam?”

“Coming. He wants to make sure she doesn’t leave the city.”

And right on cue, the door opened. Liam walked in, his presence filling the room. He bent, kissed me softly.

“Okay, PG–18 time,” Sophia muttered, rolling her eyes. “That’s my cue.” She gave me a hug before leaving. “Don’t think too much. The baby’s going to be fine.”

Then it was just me and Liam.

He sat quietly for a long moment, then finally said, “I blame myself. I should’ve ended Cassie’s madness the moment we knew you were pregnant. You wouldn’t be here now.”

I reached for his hand. “Don’t. I’m okay. The baby’s okay. That’s what matters.”

His jaw tightened. “You wouldn’t be in a hospital bed if you were okay.”

I soothed him as best I could, even though I was just as afraid.

Later that night, I woke up to see him by the window, hands clasped, eyes in the sky. Something in me ached at the sight. His strength was always so solid, but here was the man behind it, carrying the weight for both of us.

By morning, the doctor declared me stable enough to go home. “Plenty of rest,” he instructed. “No heavy lifting. If anything changes, you come back immediately.”

Liam wanted to carry me bridal–style to the car. I protested until we passed the nurses‘ station, then I finally let him, just to stop the sulking.

At home, Liam laid me gently on the bed, but before I could say anything, his phone rang.

He answered, and I watched the change ripple across his face.

The only words he spoke were clipped and cold: “I’m coming.”

When he hung up, I pushed myself up on my elbows. “What is it?”

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