All Chapters of Chef Evren’s Cat-Sitter (Tagalog): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The smell of high-end woodsy cologne and ocean breeze shouldn’t have been intoxicating, pero kapag tumatakbo ang buhay mo sa apat na oras na tulog at ang diet mo ay puro instant ramen noodles, biglang nag-iiba ang standards mo para sa sensory arousal. Linden leaned against the doorframe of the pool-house suite, her eyes closed, habang humihinga nang malalim. The air was warm, mabigat pa sa halumigmig ng isang bagong gamit na shower. On the unmade king-sized bed, gulo-gulo pa nang bahagya ang mga silk sheet, holding a faint impression of a broad body na humiga doon ilang oras lang ang nakakalipas. She shouldn’t have been looking. At mas lalong hindi niya dapat inaamoy ang hangin na parang asong naghahanap ng bakas. But for the past three weeks, ang kwartong ito ang naging sanctuary niya, and its invisible co-occupant her chief source of obsession. "Get a grip, Linden," bulong niya sa sarili, sabay bagsak ng mabigat niyang canvas backpack sa isang velvet armchair. "You're a scientist.

The first week of working at Grandview Estate felt less like a job and more like a high-stakes psychological experiment where Linden was both the scientist and the primary test subject.Every morning at exactly 8:45 AM, the sleek black sedan would drop her off at the modern monolith of a mansion. By 9:00 AM, Mr. Harrison would vanish into his administrative quarters, leaving Linden entirely alone in a house that felt too vast, too quiet, and too impeccably designed for a single human inhabitant.Well, one human and five highly chaotic, emotionally volatile cats."Barnaby, ibaba mo ’yan. Huwag mo akong tingnan nang ganyan, alam kong naiintindihan mo ako," Linden warned, her tone flat but authoritative as she pointed a finger at the massive white Persian.Barnaby was currently perched on top of a minimalist, raw-concrete plinth in the main living room and his front paw hovering deliberately over an antique ceramic vase that probably cost more than her entire four-year college education.

The next two weeks were an absolute blur of academic torture and emotional distraction. Linden survived her statistics mid-term by the skin of her teeth, but her mind was chronically compromised. Every time she sat in her evening lectures, staring at complex data distributions and behavioral charts, her brain kept thinking a pair of sharp eyes and a broad, charcoal-clad frame over the chalkboard.And then there was the journal."Lecheng Evren 'yon. Bakit ba hindi siya maalis sa isip ko?" reklamo niya sa sarili. "Kung bakit kasi mukha siyang AI at hindi normal!"With Evren back at sea, at ginagawang kapitbahay ang dagat, their written exchange had shifted from playful banter into something profoundly unedited and dangerously addictive. The leather-bound notebook on the kitchen island had become a battlefield of wits and unadulterated tension.E,Lucifer had another aggressive episode today because I forgot and wore a dark wine-red scrunchie in my hair. He hissed at me from the top of t

Linden smashed her thumbs against the phone screen so hard she nearly dropped it onto the cracked, oil-slick pavement of España Boulevard.Linden: Gaga! Seryoso ako! Anong 'kahit hindi na'? I’m asking from a strictly practical, risk-assessment perspective! Nasaan ka nga? Joline: Sus! Malapit lang ako sa convenience store.She shoved the phone into her pocket, huffing a sharp breath that did absolutely nothing to cool the intense heat crawling up her neck. She dodged a passing jeepney’s cloud of black exhaust, her flat shoes practically flying toward the corner where Joline was waiting under the flickering light of a convenience store signboard.Her phone buzzed violently in her palm before she even reached the curb.Joline: Saka practical perspective my foot! Linden, ₱2,700 per hour ang sahod mo para magpakain ng pusa, tapos biglang risk-assessment sa condom? Aba, mukhang hindi lang pala pusa ang pinalalambot mo riyan sa mansyon! Gwapo ba amo mo?Linden: Manahimik ka. Papunta na ako.

By the middle of the second week following Evren’s return, the pristine, clinical atmosphere of Grandview Estate had completely shifted. It no longer felt like a cold, architectural fortress designed to keep the outside world at bay. Instead, it had transformed into a closed, high-voltage ecosystem where the space between Linden and Evren was constantly shrinking.Malapit nang mahulog si Linden—sa mga haplos ni Evren.The weather outside was a miserable, relentless downpour, heavy gray sheets of rain slamming against the floor-to-ceiling glass panels of the mansion. Inside, however, the air was thick with a heavy, suffocating warmth."Linden, focus. You’re miscalculating the reinforcement interval," Evren’s gravelly voice drifted across the pool-house suite, cutting through the soft, rhythmic patter of the rain.Linden was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the massive king-sized bed, surrounded by a chaotic fortress of university textbooks, co