All Chapters of His Private Chef: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Aunt Sophia was still keeping malice with me.She refused to speak to me, claiming I betrayed her over “some outsider who sings.” The funny part was, she had already made up with Uncle Mason.I tried getting Dad to help me talk to her, but he shut it down immediately.“I’m not getting involved,” he said. “You’ll drag me in to make peace, then the moment you reconcile, I’ll be the one looking like the problem. I’m staying out of it.”Mom wasn’t any better.“You should have thought about it before choosing that ticket,” she said, not even letting me explain.Even Uncle Mason, the same man I helped, refused to back me up.“I just got out of the doghouse. I’m not going back in because of you.”I scoffed. “Next time, don’t call me.”He laughed. “I’ll just make it impossible for you to say no next time.”If I went over to Aunt Sophia’s place, she wouldn’t talk to me. She’d just sulk and throw passive comments like, “It’s always your family.”It was dramatic. Completely unnecessary. But it w

I didn’t tell Adrian the reason for my sudden visit.Somehow, we ended up in his bedroom, lying naked on his bed, talking about random things like nothing else existed.Then Logan called. I ignored it the first time, but when he tried again, I picked up. I didn’t want him panicking and calling my dad, and Adrian was already watching me.I forced my voice into that same soft, tired tone. “Hey.”“I just wanted to check on you,” Logan said.“I’ll be fine,” I replied. “I just want to sleep.”We said goodnight and ended the call, but Adrian didn’t look away. His eyes stayed on me like he already knew there was more.I let out a quiet breath. “That was Logan.”“And?”I finally told him everything that brought me here. When I finished, he remained silent, staring at the ceiling like I hadn’t said anything at all. For some reason, that bothered me more than if he had argued.Then his phone rang, breaking the silence. He glanced at the screen, took his time, then picked up.“I asked for two we

Mom arranged to meet Adrian on Monday since Sundays were always reserved for Dad.I went over to Adrian’s place to give him the update. The way I had left the last time hadn’t exactly been great.When I walked in, he wasn’t downstairs, so I headed up to his room.The bathroom door opened just as I got there, and Adrian stepped out with a towel hanging low on his waist, droplets of water still running down his chest.A smile tugged at my lips as I walked up to him and gave him a quick kiss before letting my hands rest against his chest.“Wow,” I murmured. “Look at my man’s body. I’m one lucky girl.”Adrian laughed softly, clearly confused. “What are you up to?”“Nothing,” I replied innocently. “I actually came to talk to you about something important, but first, go wear clothes so I can articulate myself properly.”Now he looked suspicious. “What happened?”“Nothing bad,” I assured him. “Go wear something.”Still unconvinced, he disappeared into his closet and came back dressed a few m

AdrianMy childhood was a lonely one. Not tragic. Just empty in a way that’s hard to explain.As an only child, my parents were hardly ever around. Most of my memories involved nannies, chefs, and housekeepers taking care of me while my parents traveled from one business trip to another.As a kid, I used to wait for them to come home, but most times they never did. Even when they were around, the house still felt cold. They weren’t the type of couple that fought constantly or hated each other. If anything, they were too distant. Like two people simply existing in the same space because it benefited them both.Even as a child, I noticed it. The separate trips, the emotional distance, the way they could go days barely speaking unless it involved business or appearances.There was no warmth in that marriage, and I think that was when I made up my mind that if I ever got married, it would only be for love. The kind that makes you want to stay close to your person no matter how busy life g

SophiaWalking into Adrian’s living room and finding Zoey naked on his couch nearly stopped my brain from functioning properly.I turned toward Adrian instinctively to see how he was reacting to the madness in front of us, only to realize he had already walked out of the living room. Meaning Zoey was mine to deal with now.Meanwhile, Zoey looked more furious than embarrassed. She sat there glaring at me like I was the one trespassing.“You need to leave Adrian alone!” she barked, her voice sharp enough to bounce around the room.I released a heavy breath and pointed toward the pile of clothes beside the couch. “First of all, put your clothes on before we start this conversation. At least try to preserve the little dignity you have left.”I didn’t wait for a response. Instead, I walked straight into the kitchen and grabbed myself a bottle of water mostly because I genuinely needed one, but also to give her enough time to cover herself.By the time I returned a few minutes later, she wa