His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 166

I shoved his arm lightly. “Nice try.”

”

He placed a plate on the counter. “Alright, signing off. Breakfast time.”

I ended the live with a grin stretching across my face. “That felt good.”

When I glanced at Liam, the smirk was gone. That CEO’s face had taken over, the one that always meant his brain was at work.”

“What?” I asked.

He tilted his head. “You know, you could do this vlogging thing more often. Just little snippets, behind the scenes. It would benefit you in the long run.”

I frowned. “Explain.”

“Think about it,” he said, setting a glass of water in front of me. “Soon you’ll give birth, and you’ll need months off. You probably won’t step into the studio for a while. But if you do casual lives, with no scripts and no pressure, your followers will still see you. It keeps the connection alive, so when you’re ready to return, it won’t feel like you ever disappeared.”

I leaned back, considering. “Hmm.”

“You don’t have to.” he added, softer now. “But it makes sense.”

The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea.

“Fine,” I said at last. “But if I shove a camera in your face, don’t complain.”

His lips twitched. “As long as I’m bribed heavily first.

I laughed, shaking my head. “We’ll see.”

”

–

I decided to test the waters, to try out Liam’s advice.

My next live wasn’t anything glamorous.

Just me, sitting down and ranting about third–trimester life. Heartburn that refused to quit,

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backaches that made even sitting a chore, and the endless, impossible quest for a comfortable sleeping position.

But then the comments started rolling in.

Mothers from everywhere shared their stories. Some made me laugh until my sides ached. Like one woman who swore she once fell asleep standing against her fridge. Others were tender, confessions of long nights, swollen feet, and the quiet longing of waiting to finally hold their baby

Reading them, something shifted.

I no longer felt like just one woman struggling through pregnancy. I felt part of something greater. A circle of women, mothers and mothers–to–be, embracing me with their words. Each message was its own kind of hug, reminding me I wasn’t alone.

I wasn’t just building an audience anymore. I was building a tribe, a family that understood.

The day of the hospital visit finally arrived. Liam, Sophia, and I headed to the hospital for the gender scan.

In the car, I sulked, shifting around like a restless toddler. “I just had the perfect position at home. Now I can’t find it again.”

Neither Liam nor Sophia dared laugh, but I saw the amusement dancing in their eyes.

At the hospital, the doctor smiled and confirmed everything was healthy before handing the sealed envelope to Sophia. She tucked it carefully into her bag, officially the keeper of the secret.

On the ride home, the car was quiet. Liam’s knuckles tapped against the wheel, his gaze fixed ahead, lines of focus etched across his face as if he were lost in some business deal.

I didn’t think much of it until he spoke.

“Sophia,” he said casually, “you know that house in Greece you love? It could be yours.”

My head snapped toward him. Sophia nearly choked. “What?”

I blinked, confused. “What’s going on?”

Sophia twisted in her seat, laughter bubbling out nervously. “The bribery has officially begun.”

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