บททั้งหมดของ His Private Chef: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

After the shopping spree, Liam and I returned to his place, bags upon bags weighing down the trunk of the car. The ride home was filled with teasing banter and the occasional silence that stretched in a way that felt... warm. Comfortable. Like we were finally okay again. But the second we got inside, Liam’s phone buzzed.He frowned at the screen."I have to head out. Emergency meeting I can't miss," he muttered, already loosening the top buttons of his shirt like it offended him.I crossed my arms. "You’re ditching me? After dragging me through a fashion marathon?"Liam grinned, closing the distance. "Oh no, sweetheart. I’ll be back in a bit. You’re staying the night."I raised a brow. "Excuse me? Since when do you decide where I sleep?"He smirked. "Since I said so."My lips curled in defiance. "May I remind you that Sophia, your sister, also lives here?"He tilted his head slightly, amused. "She’s not returning until tomorrow evening. And even if she were, this is my house. My rules

After what happened in the kitchen. The tension, the awkward silence, and Mason’s perfectly inconvenient call. I needed air. Not the kind you breathe… the kind that clears your head.I slipped out to the pool, letting the cool evening breeze brush against my skin. The water shimmered under the moonlight, still and inviting. But I didn’t get in. I just sat at the edge and dipped my toes in, staring into nothing while Mason’s name looped in my head.Why did he call? And why now?He could’ve waited. He should’ve.His timing couldn’t have been worse.Eventually, I made my way back inside, quietly slipping into Liam’s room. I assumed he’d be asleep by now, wrapped in that cold, proud silence of his. But as I laid down beside him, the shift in the mattress said he was still awake. I didn’t speak. Neither did he.I turned my back to him and stared into the darkness, my thoughts louder than ever.Why was he quiet? Was he mad? Are we seriously back to the awkward phase over a single phone call

Suitcases lined the edge of my bed like I was moving to Mars.Maybe not literally, but it felt that way. With things between Liam and me ending on such a sour note, this tour with Mason felt like the escape I didn’t know I needed. I wasn’t just running from drama. I was sprinting, suitcase in hand.I folded a few outfits with care, mostly comfy travel pieces, a few dresses, makeup I barely used, because Sophia’s voice haunted my conscience, and a red lipstick I hadn’t touched in days. Just in case I needed to feel bold.My phone buzzed.Mason: We’re outside.I grabbed my bags, took one last look around the room, and locked up.Outside, Mason leaned against a sleek black SUV, sunglasses on, hoodie up, his signature cool energy on full display. His driver, a sharp-looking man in all black, was already loading my luggage into the trunk.“You ready, superstar?” Mason teased as he opened the door for me.I gave a small laugh. “I’m not the one with sold-out stadiums, but sure.”I climbed in

The arena throbbed with energy, like the walls themselves were alive, absorbing every scream, every beat, every pulse of light that sliced through the darkness.Outside, fans had camped since morning, their excitement spilling into the night like a rising tide. Inside, it was electric–glow sticks swaying, flashlights blinking, and a sea of Mason Jacob T-shirts stretching from the barricades to the nosebleeds.I hadn’t expected the atmosphere to affect me this much. My stomach fluttered as we pulled up to the venue, a sleek black SUV whisking Olivia and me through the private entrance. The crowd outside screamed the moment they caught a glimpse of us behind the tinted glass. I was invisible compared to Mason, but somehow, I still felt exposed.His stylist had chosen my outfit hours earlier–a pair of sleek black jeans, a vintage band tee tucked in just enough, and a cropped leather jacket that made me look cooler than I felt. Olivia barely spoke during the drive. Her silence was more to

Even though the flight back to LA had been smooth, my body felt like it was carrying the weight of another world.The moment Jason’s car pulled away, I just stood there at my door, keys in hand, staring at the knob like I was afraid of what would be on the other side.Inside, the silence felt both familiar and foreign. My shoes echoed softly on the hardwood as I walked through the apartment, my eyes scanning every corner like it might suddenly look different.It didn’t.I dropped my bag in the hallway and wandered into the bathroom like muscle memory. Everything moved in slow motion. I turned on the shower and stepped under the water before I could talk myself out of it. The temperature stung my skin in the best way, a punishment and a cleanse.The water was scalding, the kind of heat that stripped away layers. I didn’t cry. I just stood there, letting it burn. Letting it wash away the makeup, the perfume, the tour, the flash of cameras, the whispers of strangers. The look in Liam’s e