His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 169

Her brows lifled in confusion, but then she nodded with a small smile. “Alright.”

I leaned closer. “This France trip… is it really necessary for him to go himself?”

She tilted her head, clearly catching on. “Yes. Very.”

I pressed. “Could he send someone else?”

Her lips curved with amusement. “Not this time. It’s confidential.”

I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. That was when the office door opened.

And there he was. Leaning against the frame, smirking. “Enjoying yourself?”

Heat flooded my cheeks as I marched past him into the office. Behind me, Miriam laughed softly.

Inside, Liam closed the door and joined me on the couch, still grinning. “You know,” he said, voice warm with amusement, “you’re starting to act a lot like Sophia. Scheming behind my back? That’s her specialty.”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just saying hello to Miriam.”

“Mm–hmm. While interrogating her about my itinerary?”

I made to stand, muttering, “I’m leaving.” But his hand caught mine, tugging me gently back

down.

“Not so fast. Since when do you come in here without making my day better?”

I shot him a sharp look, shoving his shoulder lightly. “You get nothing. You’re leaving.”

He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming in that way that always spelled trouble. “You know, I read something recently about how affection is especially good at this stage of pregnancy.”

“Oh, really? Now you’re quoting articles? Weren’t you the one who swore it was dangerous before?”

“I was naïve back then,” he said, smirking. “Besides, I remember someone being very frustrated

about it.”

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Chapter 169

“Keep talking.” I warned, “and see where it gets you.”

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His lips brushed mine, soll at first, then deepened until my annoyance melted away and I forgot why I was mad in the first place. By the time I left, he looked entirely too satisfied with himself.

The day of his flight, I went with him to the airport. The private jet gleamed on the tarmac, ready to take him away. I clung to every second, telling him how much I’d miss him. He promised, again and again, that he’d be back before I even had time to worry.

No matter what he said, my heart refused to settle.

With Liam gone, the house felt emptier. It was just me and Sophia, though she had been disappearing more often than usual. We still watched our favorite shows sometimes, snuggled into the couch with snacks, but more often she stepped out quietly, never explaining where she

went.

One afternoon, the silence in the house grew unbearable. With Sophia out again and nothing much to do, I found myself craving a meal Liam usually ordered for me from a little restaurant downtown. This time, I decided to go by myself.

The bell above the door chimed softly as I stepped inside, letting my eyes wander over the room in search of a quiet spot. Tables filled with chatter, clinking glasses, and the easy rhythm of strangers. I was halfway toward the back when my gaze snagged on something familiar.

By the window sat Sophia, laughing unrestricted. And across from her was Mason.

They leaned in close, smiling at something only they seemed to share, the kind of smile that hinted at more than casual company.

I froze mid–step, my pulse kicking hard in my chest. For a long second, all I could do was stand there, watching the two of them as the truth of what I was seeing settled in.

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