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CHAPTER 182:"UNFINISHED TABLES AND TANGLED HEARTS"

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NATHAN'S POV

I wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, my fingers stained with a mix of olive oil, flour, and maybe a little desperation. The restaurant had just closed for the mid-afternoon lull, and the kitchen was finally silent. But my mind? That was far from quiet.

The new head chef I hired last month had called in sick this morning, leaving me scrambling to fill in during the lunch rush. It had been chaos—one of the ovens overheated, the delivery truck came late, and two waiters called out. But still, we managed. Barely. I had bruises on my shoulder from bumping into the fridge door repeatedly, and I hadn't had a sip of water since noon.

I leaned against the prep counter and let my thoughts drift to Isla.

Moving in together had been a whirlwind decision. A part of me still couldn’t believe it. Her apartment smelled like vanilla and ambition, and her closet looked like it belonged to a woman who had her life figured out. Mine was still stacked with boxes labeled "s
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