All Chapters of His Private Chef: Chapter 111 - Chapter 118

When Liam finally came into his bedroom at his parents’ house, the one I’d been using since he insisted I stay here for protection, he was still laughing.I shot him a glare, pulling the blanket higher. “You caused that. If you’d told me you were coming back, I wouldn’t have made a fool of myself in the kitchen.”He leaned against the doorframe, eyes glinting. “Em, it’s nothing. Like my mother said, she’s seen worse. Jay made sure of that.”“I still can’t picture Jay that way, even after Sophia told me his stories.”“Don’t let the personality fool you,” Liam said dryly. “Jay belongs to the streets.”That broke me. I laughed so hard my sides ached.Liam’s mouth curved with mischief. “When he wanted to move out, my parents begged him to go. With Sophia, they begged her to stay. But Jay? They practically shoved him out the door. He was tormenting them.”More laughter bubbled up, and I had to bury my face in the pillow to muffle it.But when the laughter faded, I asked quietly, “When do w

With Cassie’s killer exposed, the storm she left behind eased. The media frenzy dulled, the hate comments that once flooded my posts lessened to a few scattered drops.I could upload my pre-recorded cooking videos again without dread, scroll through the comments without feeling the weight of poison words. For the first time in what felt like forever, the interactions with my audience were healthy, warm and fun.Cassie’s mess had ended. Finally, Liam and I had our lives back.Settling into our new home became its own adventure. As my belly grew and the due date loomed closer, I insisted we decorate the nursery together. I thought it would be sweet, bonding. Cute, even.Liam saw it as a battle line being drawn. We debated over almost everything. Crib style, curtains, even where the rocking chair should go. But the fiercest argument broke out over the paint color.“Pink,” he declared, arms crossed. “It’s a girl. It has to be pink.”“We don’t know that yet,” I shot back, hands on my hips.

When Sophia and I finally left the Black residence and returned home, Liam was already there.I found him stretched out on the bed, grinning so wide it was almost boyish. The joy rolling off him filled the room with a warmth that pulled me in before I even spoke.“What are we celebrating?” I asked, raising a brow. “Or are you just lying there smiling for no reason?”His grin widened. “What’s there not to celebrate?”I folded my arms. “Liam Black, out with it.”He lifted his hands in mock defense. “But I’m always smiling.”I snorted. “Please. You brood more than you smile. Try again.”He let out an exaggerated sigh, though the warmth in his eyes betrayed him.“Alright, you caught me. After your live show, the calls started pouring in, congratulations one after another. I’ve achieved a lot in my life, Em. Deals closed, launches pulled off, awards collected. But this… hearing people celebrate me as a father, that’s the best feeling I’ve ever had.”My chest softened. I looked at him lovin

Every sunrise brought us nearer to her arrival. Our daughter.Now that the gender was no longer a secret, the entire family carried a new kind of excitement. Liam, most of all, couldn’t contain himself. True to his word, he had the nursery repainted pink, smirking the whole time as he reminded me that the neutral color had been a “waste of paint.”Soon after, tiny pink gifts started appearing out of nowhere. Not new purchases, I realized he’d been stockpiling them all along. Blankets. Tiny dresses. A crib mobile with soft pastel flowers. Piece by piece, he brought them out like treasures he had been waiting for the right moment to reveal, filling the nursery with proof of just how much he had longed for her.I teased him for being obsessed, but the truth was, I was glad. Glad that his wish had come true, that his first child would be the daughter he had longed for. A boy would have been just as loved, of course, but having a girl first carried a special kind of joy.---One evening, w