His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

He shrugged like it was nothing. “Got bored. Booked a flight. Plus…” His eyes softened, the teasing falling away. “I missed you.”

I stared at him. “You missed me?”

He stepped closer. “Of course I did. That’s why I’m here.”

“You flew all the way here just to say that? You really are something else.”

“Only for you,” he said, grinning. Then he gestured to the little café next to the bookstore. “Come on. You’re buying me hot chocolate. Extra marshmallows. And a cookie if I keep being charming.”

I rolled my eyes but walked toward the door anyway.

We found a corner booth near the window, the kind with chipped paint and wobbly salt shakers.

Kelvin peeled off his coat and slouched across from me, his hoodie slightly too big, his grin entirely too smug.

“You’re staring,” he said, lifting the hot chocolate to his lips.

“I’m judging,” I corrected. “Who flies across the country because they’re ‘bored‘?”

He sipped, then smirked. “A Black with frequent flyer miles and questionable impulse control.”

I snorted. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’ve been told.”

The warmth settled between us. We talked about food, school, his business.

But then something in his eyes shifted. He set his cup down carefully, like what he was about to say needed steady hands.

“There’s… another reason I came.”

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I glanced up. “Okay?”

His voice lowered, barely above the hum of the café. “I like you, Emily.”

The air stilled.

He rushed to explain, “I know you’re not looking for anything. And I’m not asking for a label or a kiss or whatever. I just… I wanted to say it. Out loud. So when, you’re ready to feel something again, maybe you’d consider me.”

I watched him, that familiar warmth in his voice. The softness behind the sarcasm.

I set my mug down. “Kelvin, I care about you. You’ve been one of the few constants when everything else went to hell. But when that time comes… my heart won’t be looking in your direction.”

His smile faltered, just slightly. “Because I’m related to him?”

“No,” I said gently. “Because I don’t see you that way. Not even if Liam didn’t exist.”

Silence fell between us, not heavy, but not comfortable either.

He nodded slowly. “Okay.”

But then, he leaned back, studying me in that quietly calculating way only people who’ve really seen you do.

“Are you in love with him?”

I didn’t answer.

He tilted his head. “Alright, let’s try this a different way.”

There was a quietness in his voice, careful and almost tender.

“If it was Liam sitting here right now, asking you for a chance… would your answer be different?”

The question hit harder than it should have.

Because the answer came without effort.

Yes.

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But I didn’t

say

1. it.

I didn’t need to.

Kelvin saw it anyway.

He exhaled, offered a crooked smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, and lifted his cup again.

“Well,” he muttered, “at least the hot chocolate’s good.”

I smiled, a little sad. “Extra marshmallows never fail.”

And just like that, the topic drifted away, but the moment stayed.

The holiday break didn’t crash in with confetti or leave with fanfare. It just slipped through the cracks- soft, still, and quietly necessary.

The days blurred into cold mornings and familiar routines. Just life, moving forward in small, quiet steps.

When the semester resumed, everything moved faster than I expected. The final term was a blur of masterclasses, industry panels, timed challenges, capstone presentations, and practicals that ran on caffeine and second winds.

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