All Chapters of His Private Chef: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

I told Kai I needed to handle something urgent for my boss.He frowned. “Your boss is kind of rude, you know that? The way he acted the day you introduced us… I hope he’s not a horrible boss.”I laughed it off. “Adrian is… Adrian. He has his moods, but he’s actually a great guy.”Kai studied me for a second, then nodded. “Alright. Want me to drop you?”“Yes, please.”We stopped at a store first so I could get the salt, even though I knew it was pointless. I picked up a few extra things just to make it look like I was actually buying something for myself.When Kai dropped me off in front of Adrian’s place, he leaned slightly toward me. “We should do this again.”“Yeah,” I replied easily. “We will.”I got out and walked straight inside. Adrian had already texted that the door was open.He was still in the kitchen, a glass in his hand.The moment he saw me, he pulled me straight into him, wrapping his arms around me tightly.Butterflies filled my stomach, and then an idea hit me.I pulle

Kai asked to speak with me privately. Adrian looked like he was about to say something, but I rubbed his arm lightly and shook my head. Don’t.I followed Kai, and we stepped aside.He exhaled before speaking. “I would’ve appreciated it if you told me you were dating your boss instead of lying to me about bringing him something.”“I didn’t exactly lie,” I explained. “Adrian did ask me to bring something for him… and I’m not exactly dating him.”Kai gave me a look. “Sophia, I just saw you kissing him.”I sighed. “Look, I’m sorry I left the way I did. But there’s no way to explain this without it sounding… messy. Me and Adrian… you won’t really understand it.”He stayed quiet for a moment, then nodded slowly.“I was actually glad to see you again. I wanted to take things further this time. Ease back into your life before saying anything. But…” he let out a small breath, “I guess I’m already late.”Something in my chest tightened, but I shook my head. “I’m sorry, Kai. I don’t feel that wa

As my break time approached, doubt started creeping in. A part of me was scared this could go wrong. But I needed this.I needed us to define whatever this thing between us was. Because I didn’t just want Adrian, I wanted him to be mine. I wanted to be able to say he was my boyfriend.When Danny texted that he was close, I walked straight into Adrian’s office.His eyes lit up the moment he saw me.“Let me guess,” he said, leaning back. “They sent you to convince me to agree to something again?”I laughed. “Not this time.”“Oh?” he said, watching me.“I actually came to ask you something.”“Go on.”I hesitated just enough to make it look real. “A friend of mine is here to see me. I wanted to know if it’s okay if I spend my break with him… at one of the tables.”Adrian went quiet for a second.Then he nodded. “That’s fine.”I smiled and walked over to him, hugging him lightly, just for effect. “Thank you.”When Danny arrived, we took a table at the far end.After the usual how have you

I didn’t wait for closing before leaving. Everyone had been asking what was wrong. Apparently, my mood had been off and I was unusually quiet. I got tired of the looks, the questions, the constant “are you okay?” So I left.The moment I got home, I took a shower and collapsed on the couch. Sad romantic movies played one after the other, giving me a reason to cry.Even when Benita got back, she paused, clearly confused to find me on the couch, crying.“Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” I replied quickly. “It’s just the movie. It’s really sad… her husband died.”She studied me for a second, then gave a small nod. “Okay.”She sat beside me for a while, watching me while I cried through the movie. Then she shook her head, smiling slightly, before leaving me alone like she had figured it out.I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, Benita was waking me up.“Get up. You’ll be late for work.”“I’m not going,” I muttered. “If Adrian asks, just tell him I’m fine. I just need the day

After we left the restaurant, Adrian told me we were making one more stop before calling it a night.“Where?” I asked.“Guess.”I narrowed my eyes at him. “No.”“Come on. Try.”We went back and forth like that until he finally pulled up in front of a dance club.Music spilled out the moment we stepped in. Couples were already on the floor, moving together, bodies close, rhythm smooth.Salsa.I laughed immediately as Adrian took my hand and pulled me in.“I don’t know how to do this,” I warned.“You’ll be fine.”I tilted my head. “Are you sure about that?”The next few minutes were a mess—fun, chaotic, completely unserious. I laughed more than I actually danced. Adrian moved like he had been doing it forever, guiding me, turning me, pulling me back in, while I struggled to keep up.“You don’t trust me.”“I don’t trust whatever you’re about to do next.”He turned me again.I laughed. “See?”“Relax,” he murmured.“I am relaxed,” I said, already laughing again.The music slowed, then fade