Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Plump Chef : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Kylie When I entered the room, Lara was sitting on a couch, her handbag resting beside her. She gave me a brief glance before returning her attention to whatever she had been staring at. I found her reaction rather strange. Ordinarily, she would have demanded to know where Maya had gone and why I had dragged her away so violently. But she didn't ask anything. Not even a word from her.. Arnold, on the other hand, watched me closely as I crossed the room. His eyes followed me until I reached the empty couch and collapsed onto it. I threw my head backwards and closed my eyes. I was too exhausted to pretend to be interested in whatever they had been discussing. "What was that about?" He asked. I sighed deeply. "What was what about?" "Kylie." I opened one eye and he was staring at me. "What happened between you and Maya?" I closed my eye again. "You know your sister better than I do, Arnold. She was stoned." There was a brief silence. "Stoned?" he repeated. I nodded. "Yes. D

Kylie's POV I watched him sleeping, and the thought of killing him came to my mind and stayed there. There had to be a way to make his death look perfectly natural. He had just undergone surgery, after all. People died from complications all the time. An overdose of sedatives? Insulin, perhaps? I glanced at the clock. It was almost five in the morning, and I had barely caught any sleep. I looked at the hand Jordan had touched only hours earlier. There was something about the way he had held me that had left me confused all night. It wasn't just the gesture. It was the expression on his face when he saw me, the tenderness in his eyes, and the way he had smiled. He had looked at me exactly as he used to years ago. And what the hell had he meant when he said he was glad I came? I was partly responsible for putting him in the hospital, and I couldn't afford to have him waking up and telling everyone what I'd done. But the way he'd spoken suggested something else entirely. I glance

Marie I stumbled backwards. The blood seemed to drain from my head, and a wave of dizziness hit me so suddenly that I reached for the wall to steady myself. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't make a sound. I wanted to burst into the room, pull them apart, and demand an explanation. I wanted Jordan to look me in the eyes and tell me that what I'd just heard was some terrible misunderstanding. But I stood there, frozen. The only sound I could hear was the ringing in my ears and the blood rushing through my head. I swallowed painfully. There had to be an explanation. He had just undergone surgery, and perhaps the medication was making him say things he didn't mean. I desperately wanted to believe that. "What are you doing here?" I spun around. Lara was standing a few feet away, watching me with righteous anger. "Lara," I whispered. Her eyes narrowed. "How dare you show up here?" I opened my mouth, but she didn't give me an opportunity to answer. "After everything your famil

Kylie I felt a powerful urge to laugh, but I couldn't. What a turn of events. Only a few hours ago, I had been considering ways to get rid of Jordan permanently. Now, I was helping him back into bed, behaving like a loving woman attending to her injured partner. If someone had told me yesterday that things would turn out this way, I would have suggested they get their head examined. "Careful," I said as Jordan lowered himself onto the mattress. He winced when his injured arm brushed against the pillow, and I quickly adjusted it to make him comfortable. "Does it hurt?" "Like hell," he muttered. I pulled the sheets over him and tucked them around his waist. "There. You really shouldn't be walking around yet." He smiled faintly. "I opened my eyes and couldn't find you. I wanted to know what was happening." "Well, you nearly gave me a heart attack. You should be resting, not wandering around looking for trouble." He chuckled, but his expression suddenly became serious. "Who was

Arnold After leaving the hospital, I had too many questions on my mind, and I didn't believe Kylie's side of the story. Everything seemed too convenient. Besides, I could tell there was more to what had happened between her and Maya, but I had no intention of confronting Kylie until I understood the situation better. My first priority was to see Lucy. Mum had decided to stay at the hospital so she could be there when Jordan woke up in the morning. Kylie had offered to stay as well, which I found strange, though perhaps not as strange as the fact that Jordan had apparently lost his memories of the last two years. I couldn't begin to imagine what that meant for him or for the rest of us. "I'll check in tomorrow," I said, hugging Mum before leaving. Kylie had already settled into a chair beside Jordan's bed and barely acknowledged me as I said goodbye. I found her behavior odd, but I didn't have the energy to question it. There were more pressing matters to deal with, and Lucy's arre