His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 159

“Em.” Liam said gently, “listen. You’d be alone at the house most days, when I’m late at the office, when I have meetings, when I have to travel. And if that man you saw with Cassie is the one behind the threats, it wouldn’t be hard for him to find you. Here, you’re safer.”

I groaned, defeated. I knew he was right. Which meant more days living under Henry Black’s iron rule.

“You’ll be alright,” Liam promised.

“What about you?” I asked softly. “Where will you stay?”

“I’ll be at my place. But I’ll come here when I can. Don’t worry.

“You’d better,” I muttered.

”

The next moment, his eyes darkened with the look I knew too well. “Now, let me show you just how much I missed you.”

Days turned into weeks. Against my will, I grew comfortable in the Blacks‘ home. Henry eventually loosened his grip, slightly. I was allowed out of the house, but always with Marco, my assigned bodyguard, a shadow in a black suit who trailed me everywhere.

Even on hospital visits with Liam, Marco was right there, glued to my side.

Liam himself had been swallowed whole by work. His company was preparing to launch a major new product, and the pressure kept him away more than I liked.

But I wasn’t idle either. I’d started recording again, transforming Laura’s kitchen into my temporary studio. Laura, suddenly eager to learn cooking, which Sophia teasingly called her ‘midlife crisis,‘ insisted on joining me. Every afternoon, after I finished recording, I taught her a

new dish.

The one suffering the most from this arrangement was Henry.

Laura proudly saved her practice meals for Henry, and he, ever the dutiful husband, forced himself to taste every bite. I nearly collapsed from laughter watching him choke down a spoonful, his face straining with every swallow, only to muster a brave smile and force out, “Excellent,

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One afternoon, while Laura answered a call, Henry entered the kitchen. His voice was low, his eyes darting toward the door like a guilty man. “Emily, you have to stop. My stomach is suffering.”

I burst into laughter so hard I nearly dropped the spatula. But then a thought sparked. If I was ever going to get Henry to budge, this was my chance.

“Okay, “I said, wiping my eyes, “I’ll stop teaching Laura to cook… but only if you give me something in return.”

Henry muttered under his breath, “Another Sophia in the house.” His eyes flicked back to mine. “What do you want?”

I straightened, my grin sharpening. “The bodyguard thing stops. No more Marco following me everywhere.”

He studied me in silence, his gaze steady. I gave him the look, the one that said either agree, or prepare for a lifetime of more ‘delicious‘ meals courtesy of Laura’s lessons.

Before he could answer, Laura bounced back into the kitchen, ready to start chopping.

Henry seized the opening, patting my shoulder on his way out. “Ask Liam to teach negotiate better.”

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how to

I groaned, watching him disappear, and Laura asked curiously, “What were you negotiating for?”

“To get the bodyguard off my back,” I sighed.

Laura just laughed, wishing me good luck.

The day of Liam’s product launch arrived. I didn’t go. My bump was starting to show, and we weren’t ready for the world to know yet. Instead, I stayed home with Laura, who insisted on keeping me company.

Together, we watched the event live on TV Laura whispered insider gossip about the guests, making me laugh through most of it.

Until the interview.

A gorgeous reporter stood beside Liam, her body flawless, her smile radiant. She asked her questions, and Liam answered smoothly, then grinned at her compliment.

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