His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

“What? Mom, no,” I scoffed, instantly flustered. “I mean, yes, Liam and I are together. But… I don’t know what we are right now. He’s been distant. Weird. That whole Cassie thing…now I see him on the street like he didn’t drop off the face of the planet for days.”

She held up a hand. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, baby.”

I exhaled slowly. “Goodnight, Mom.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

But even after she disappeared down the hall, her words stayed with me.

You’re in love with my

And the worst part?

I knew she was right.

client.

Because the silence hurts too much not to be love.

And if it wasn’t?

Then I was just another girl waiting for a man who already let go.

Sleep was a stranger all night. I tossed and turned until my sheets twisted around me like a trap. My mind wouldn’t stop racing. Liam was back. Back in L.A. Back in town. And still, he hadn’t reached out to me. Not a call. Not a text. Not even a damn emoji.

Where did that leave me? Us? Were we still even a ‘we‘?

It hadn’t even been a full month since I agreed to be his girlfriend, and here I was, lying awake in a bed that suddenly felt too cold, too big, too filled with doubt. I knew dating Liam Black wouldn’t be a fairy tale. I didn’t sign up expecting roses and lullabies. But I hadn’t expected… this. Silence. Confusion. Hurt that tasted like betrayal.

I stared at the ceiling, counting the seconds until sunrise, until I could knock some answers out of him face to face. Because I couldn’t do this not–knowing thing anymore. I needed the truth. And if there was nothing left to fight for, I needed to hear that too.

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Chapter 83

When I finally fell asleep, it was morning already. My body gave out before my mind did

Barely an hour later, laughter woke me.

At first I thought I was dreaming. My mom’s laughter, loud and carefree, floated from the living room. Mixed with another voice. Familiar. Softer. Sassier.

Sophia.

I groaned, buried my face into the pillow, and tried to block them out. But the giggles got louder. Now I was curious.

Dragging myself out of bed, I padded toward the living room, eyes still half–closed.

They both looked up when I walked in. “And the princess finally wakes,” Sophia teased, arms wide open.

I slumped onto the couch beside her, letting her pull me into a warm, tight hug.

“What’s that for?” I asked, voice still rough with sleep.

She grinned. “Liam’s in one of his moods today. So, obviously, you two are fighting. That means I get to hug the wounded party.”

I shook my head. “You’re never serious.”

My mom chuckled. “Well, it’s nice seeing you both in one piece. Sophia, you should stop by more often.”

“Oh, I plan to,” Sophia said with mock formality. “So often you’ll be tempted to give me a key,”

My mom laughed. “Don’t test me. I’ll do it.”

Sophia winked. “If your daughter would just hurry up and marry my brother, we could be official family.”

“Sophia,” I groaned, smacking her shoulder playfully.

“What?” she said with a grin. “I’m just saying. You two are endgame.”

My mom rose from the couch. “Alright, I’ll leave you two to your gossip. I need to unpack. Play nice.”

Chapter 83

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Once she was gone, Sophia turned serious.

“You okay?”

I hesitated. Then I sighed. “No. Not really.”

She looked at me quietly, patiently.

“He just… disappeared,” I said. “After he sent an angry text, I replied, and then? Nothing. Like I didn’t matter. Like I was a ghost.”

Sophia frowned. “He’s been distant, yeah. Broody. Annoying, even. But ignoring you like this? That’s not okay.”

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