His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 153

The words pressed against my chest, heavier than I expected. “Because I thought she was bluffing. Cassie has always played games, and I… I didn’t want to make a scene if it wasn’t real.”

He wrote something down, then looked up again. “So you didn’t believe it was a credible threat at the time?”

“No,” I admitted. My voice cracked.

He tapped the screen of his tablet once, finishing his notes. “Alright, Miss Davis, thank you for your cooperation. For now, that’s all we need. We’ll follow up once Miss Cassie is stable enough to give her own statement.”

He slid the tablet under his arm. “If you remember anything else, or if another message comes through, you contact us immediately. Understood?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Good.” He gave Liam a brief look, one that lingered long enough to acknowledge the tension in

the room.

“We’ll be in touch.”

With that, he turned and left.

Liam snatched the phone from my hands. His eyes skimmed the messages, his expression darkening with every word.

He didn’t yell. “Let’s go. You need to rest.”

The drive home was suffocatingly silent. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tight the leather strained, his jaw clenched hard enough to crack. I could feel his anger radiating toward me, all because of the risk I’d taken without him.

Back at the house, he stormed into the closet, yanking off his jacket with sharp movements. I couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted.

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He turned, eyes burning. “Sorry for what, Emily? For hiding a threat message? For putting yourself and our baby in danger?”

Tears stung my eyes. “I was stupid. I thought she wasn’t serious. I thought it was just one of her games.”

“Don’t.” he snapped, running a hand over his face. “Don’t lie to me. That’s not why.”

The way he looked at me told me there was no point hiding anymore.

I dropped my gaze. “Because I didn’t want you locking me inside again. I was tired of the house arrest.”

His voice boomed, raw with rage. “Well congratulations, Emily! You got your freedom. And now look where it landed you. At a hospital, being questioned like a criminal.”

I sobbed. “I know I messed up. I’ve learned my lesson.”

His eyes cut into me. “So you’d risk yourself and our daughter, just to avoid me being overprotective?”

The way he said it made the guilt pierce deeper.

He shook his head, grabbing his phone.

“Where are you going?” I asked, panic rising.

“To give you space,” he said bitterly. “Since you only see me as a control freak, not someone you

can trust.

He turned sharply, striding out of the room.

“Liam, wait!” I hurried after him, my voice breaking. “Please don’t walk out like this. Not when we’re like this.”

He didn’t slow. His steps hammered against the hardwood, each one pulling him further from me. I caught his arm, desperate, but he shook me off gently, without looking back.

“Liam, please,” I begged, trailing him through the hallway, my words tumbling fast.

He opened the front door just as Sophia stepped inside. Liam brushed past her, his silence louder than shouting.

Sophia looked at me, then groaned. “Emily, what did you do now?”

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We sat, and I told her everything. Her face shifted from disbelief to frustration to reluctant understanding.

“So that’s why you were distracted yesterday,” she murmured.

“Yes.”

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