His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52

We sat in silence again. It wasn’t awkward. Just… quiet. Ele didn’t try to fill the space, and I didn’t feel the need to either. Somehow, that made it better.

“I saw you and Liam earlier,” he said after a while.

I stiffened slightly.

“He looked… off.”

I gave a bitter smile. “Liam is always off. We kinda fought again.”

“Shocker.”

That made me laugh. A soft, sad laugh.

“Why are we like this?” I asked.

“Because we’re all damaged in our own little ways,” he said. “And because the people we want the most usually come with the sharpest edges.”

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I stared back at the sky. I didn’t know if I felt better, but at least I didn’t feel alone.

Eventually, I stood. “Thanks, Noah.‘

He raised his bottle in a lazy toast. “Here’s to the drama.”

I slipped back inside and finally slept.

The next day passed in a blur. I stayed holed up in my room, ignoring the buzz of the villa. Skipped breakfast. Slept through lunch. I didn’t feel like being seen. Didn’t want to run into Liam with his polite indifference and unreadable eyes.

By evening, I still hadn’t decided if I’d attend the anniversary dinner. The Black family was throwing a celebration for Oliver and Melissa’s thirty–five years of marriage. Downstairs, I could hear the rustle of preparations, the murmur of staff, the clink of glasses. The air was thick with celebration.

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Then came the knock.

I expected Sophia. I’d already rehearsed a gentle excuse to stay in.

But it was Kelvin.

He leaned against the doorframe, one hand tucked into his pocket, casual as ever.

“Hey.”

I blinked. “Kelvin. I wasn’t expecting you.”

He gave me a look. “You had someone else in mind?”

I smirked. “No. I wasn’t expecting anyone at all. I got your gift, by the way. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said. “Actually… I came with an offer. Are you up for a little escape?”

I tilted my head. “Escape?”

“Private helicopter ride. Just around the island. Fifteen minutes of pure freedom. Thought you could use a view that doesn’t come with family tension.”

I laughed. And it felt good. “Give me two minutes to grab my shoes.”

The ride was breathtaking.

We lifted off from a private helipad near the edge of the cliffs. The island unfurled beneath us, all sparkling coastlines, emerald canopies, and crashing waves. The wind teased my hair, and for the first time in days, I forgot the drama.

Kelvin narrated the ride like a slightly drunk tour guide, peppering his commentary with exaggerated stories that made me laugh more than I expected to.

When we landed, he didn’t take me back to the villa. Instead, we stopped by a quiet boutique tucked into a hidden street.

He handed me a wrapped box.

“What is this?” I asked warily.

“A little thank–you gift for saying yes to hanging out with me,” he said. “Also, I want you to

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wear it tonight.”

I opened it slowly. Inside was a gown–sleek, elegant, undeniably beautiful.

“Kelvin…”

“Before you protest, just say thank you,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “You‘ re going to look like a dream in it.

I hesitated. Then smiled. “Thank you.”

When we returned, I caught Liam on the upper balcony, watching us. His expression was unreadable, his arms folded. I didn’t break eye contact, and neither did he.

But he didn’t say a word.

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