His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164

“You’re right.” I admitted softly. “I probably wouldn’t feel safe there again.”

Liam’s brows lifted slightly, like he hadn’t expected me to agree so easily. Which was suspicious

in itself.

I narrowed my eyes. “Wait a second. You’ve already made arrangements, haven’t you? This whole asking my opinion thing is just for show.

He grinned, all faux innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.‘

Right.

”

By the afternoon, he’d sent me several potential new studio locations, complete with notes. Sophia and I went through them together until I picked one I loved. Renovations began almost immediately because, of course, Liam had already set the ball rolling.

Sophia, meanwhile, was taking the live show more seriously than me.

She dragged me through recipes again and again, demanding we practice like we were prepping for a MasterChef audition. When she came into my room with her tablet, asking which dress she should buy for the show, I nearly fell off the bed laughing.

“You know you’re going to wear an apron, right?” I teased.

“Yeah, but I still need to look good underneath.”

I smirked. “For him?”

Her cheeks flushed bright red. She muttered something about me imagining things and bolted.

That night, I caught her in the kitchen glued to cooking tutorials like it was a survival test. Sophia, who once managed to nearly burn instant noodles, was suddenly obsessed with mastering how to chop an onion.

I leaned against the counter, laughing so hard I had to grab a snack to steady myself. “Wouldn’t it be easier if you just let this guy know you’re hopeless in the kitchen? He might still like you anyway. Keep it real, Soph.”

She glared at me. I only laughed harder.

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When the weekend arrived, we were ready, or at least as ready as Sophia would ever be.

The makeup artist worked wonders, toning down the glow of my pregnancy so I could reveal it on my own terms. Thousands of people were already waiting when the live show started.

At first, Sophia tried to follow the script. She held her knife like I’d shown her, measured ingredients with exaggerated care. But after twenty minutes, she gave up.

She dropped the knife with a clatter, turned to the camera, and said, “Look, I’ve tried. Really. But this isn’t working. I’d rather admit I can’t cook than end up on the internet as a meme. From now on. I’m your guest observer. Emily can do the cooking.”

The comments exploded with laughing emojis. Thousands of people loved her honesty. Some even declared Sophia their new favorite Black family member.

And honestly? She was hilarious.

Toward the end of the show, my chest tightened. The moment had come.

I turned to the camera. “Before we go, I owe you the big announcement I promised. Many of you know bits and pieces of what’s happened behind the scenes. Some of it made it out, most of it didn’t. But the biggest reason I’ve stayed away from live shows until now… is because I wanted to be ready to share this with you.”

Sophia glanced at me, her smile softening, and stepped aside. My heart pounded as I came out from behind the stove, laid a hand over my belly, and smiled.

“I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, the comments section held still, as if the whole audience had stopped breathing. And then it exploded.

Hearts. Cheers. Tears. Congratulations, flooding so fast the feed was impossible to keep up with.

Sophia raised her hand proudly. “And just so you all know, I already claimed naming rights.”

The comments went wild. People were blowing up the chat with “Team Sophia!” and “Auntie goals!”

I couldn’t stop laughing. The show closed on a high, love pouring in from every direction.

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Later that evening. Jay joined us at the Black residence. Laura, still glowing from our last game might. insisted we have another.

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