Chef X Chris Novels & Stories

My brows shoot up in shock, watching him like he’s on the other side of a screen and not right in front of me. Why did he do that? On cue, a tall, white man with blond hair, wearing a full chef’s outfit with the hat, emerges from the kitchen. There’s a bright smile on his face that falters for a second as his eyes fall on me, then they widen and instantly shift to Marciano who is watching him with a scowl. “Good evening, I’m Chris Moreno, but you can call me Chef M, and I’ll be feeding you both tonight,” the man introduces with a slight accent and a lisp.

I suddenly got annoyed again. "Well, Ella, initially I chose Chef Keaton but he refused for many reasons and finally he offered his friend, Chef Sebastian Monsera, an expert in Italian, French, and Chinese cooking. But if you want to choose Chef Keaton, you have to persuade him, isn't that right, Chef? " I gulped saliva, how could I persuade him, Zee? Ah, if you knew, but wait... why doesn't he want to? If he forgets his memory, it's impossible to refuse, whether it's because he's far from his wife.

CHAPTER 9 *TROY* I got back home exhausted and I really couldn't get my mind of Aurora and that kiss. I wonder how she managed to get into my head. "Sir, you are back? I already set the table," Chris, my chef said. "Did you still see your sick mother?" "Yes, I did." "How is she?" "She is fine now. Thank you so much for the support you gave to my family and I. We really appreciate," "It's nothing, I should be in my room now."

The next morning began like all the others. Structured. Measured. Predictable. Chris was already dressed when I came downstairs. The chefs had laid out breakfast in quiet efficiency, something light, something curated to fit the list he had handed them days ago. “Eat,” he said without looking up from his phone. “I will.” “You didn’t finish dinner last night.” “I wasn’t hungry.” “That’s not acceptable now.” Not acceptable. I sat down. Took a bite. Chewed.

She knocked on the door and soon it was opened by Chris who was in a apron. Rose looked at him surprised. "You are cooking?" She asked as she entered inside. The aroma of the food he prepared answered her question already. "Yes, from a hour." Chris replied with a grin. He hoped she liked the dishes he has prepared. He is passionate about cooking and he loves to cook food for others. "What did you prepared?" Rose asked. "Well, that's a surprise flower." Chris said. Rose pouted her lips. "Tell me." She asked with hope in her eyes.

she replied. They ended up chatting about food from back home. Chris mentioned the meat pies and stews he'd eaten as a child. "Ever since I moved here, I haven't had any truly authentic Janeville food." Seeing the longing on his face, Winter raised an eyebrow. "That's not hard at all. I'll cook for you tonight." Chris looked so excited that he nearly jumped for joy on the spot. He immediately dragged her to the supermarket to buy ingredients. … As she watched Chris devour the food, Winter suddenly thought of the meals she'd had for the past seven years. She cooked for Liam every day.

I saluted jokingly while I got down from the car and headed into the restaurant. Chris sat at the far end of the restaurant, his brown hair covered most part of his face while he focused on something on his phone. He was dressed in a casual black jean and a red top unlike his usual cooperate dressing. Immediately he sighted me his chocolate eyes brightened and a smile covered his fair extremely gorgeous face. He stood up to move a chair for me to sit opposite him and I smiled at his sweet gesture. “So I...” Chris started to say after we had both settled in.

I asked him teasingly as I poured myself a glass of orange juice and sat by the kitchen table, watching Chris battle with the utensils in the cabinet. “Of course. You should count yourself lucky to be tasting my special delicacy.” Chris boasted pointing a frying pan at me. I snickered a little at the way he boasted. “And what’s this special delicacy? Because all I see is pots and pans with zero ingredients.” I remarked. “Ah, Patience is a virtue, my dear, and good things come to those who wait.” Chris said and his very cute smile adorned his face as he put on an apron.

“Aren’t I meeting him right now? Hello, Mr. Green. Please take care of me in the future.” “I wouldn’t call it taking care of you,” said Chris, sizing up Logan. “Making sure you’re full is easy. Don’t you get fed enough in Jeswood?” “Jeswood is a small country. What’s there to eat? Everything’s half-raw. They forced me—a man who never entered the kitchen—to become a chef. And because ingredients weren’t fresh, I often ended up in the hospital. Before returning to Cheria, I made a long list of everything I wanted to eat and planned to try them all one by one.”

Chris stepped through the door, sniffing the air. “Damn, it smells good in here. What did you make?” “Chicken and dumplings,” I replied softly. “Is it enough for me?” I nodded and resumed folding. Chris stared at me while he ate, which made me uneasy. I couldn’t fathom his thoughts or why he seemed determined to find the best way to take me out. Okay, it wasn’t that bad, but my nerves were a jumbled mess, and the worst-case scenario seemed plausible at the moment. Finally, he broke the silence and spoke.