Novel & Cerita Chris X Chef

"I'm don’t get easily embarrassed and even less when I do something I'm not good at." We appreciated the food that was placed before us, and I watched anxiously as Chris took a bite of the pork. "Oh, God." he closed her eyes and threw his head back as he chewed. "What a delight...” I forgot my food and just stared at him like an idiot at the erotic act the man was giving me. “You’re not going to eat?” he asked when he saw I hadn’t touched the food. “You said you were starving and now you don't eat? This is delicious, by the way, thanks for making me come...”

Chris glanced at me briefly before giving me a quick smile, "there’s no way I’d let my wife touch a knife in the kitchen when I have so many maids here." I didn’t expect him to respond like that. But I remembered that Chris was an annoying man. He acted so annoying, from not attending the wedding, trapping me at the bar when I was drunk—I didn’t know if this could be categorized as a trap since I went there willingly, to putting me in a difficult situation when I saw his dangerous side during the cruise ship attack a month ago. "However, Cassie can cook very well, Chris." I raised an eyebrow when I heard the difference in the way my mother called Chris.

"What were you two talking about?" Xavier didn’t answer. "What’s with the attitude?" Chris’ mood soured instantly at his silence. This guy always had the same deadpan expression. He was just a broke nobody acting all high and mighty. "I heard you even refused to help Percy sue that woman," Chris sneered, folding his arms as he looked down at him. "Is that true?" Xavier didn’t hesitate. "Yes." Chris let out a mocking laugh. "Look at you, acting like you’ve got a backbone now. Don’t forget, it was Percy who gave you a chance when you had nothing.

His heart was pounding so hard he did not want the Chief to see him at any cost because she would want answers and her not knowing that comare Chris was a woman she would have thought otherwise of him. After he is done, he casually walks out to join Christina. "The food is ready, you were gone for a long time. Is everything fine?'' she asked while chewing her food. "I’m good. I just thought I saw an old friend of mine." he stammered. "Oh ok, here you must taste this lasagna." she says while forwarding a folk with a big chunk of it. She feeds him. "Ummh what do you think?" she said with a bright crimson smile on her face

“And weekly evaluations. And monthly rewards… if the meals are edible.” “Edible?” he repeated, feigning offense. “I’ll have you know, I make a mean pasta.” “Oh, I’ve heard that before,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully. “Now, chef, show me.” Chris opened the fridge and peered inside, pretending to scrutinize every item. “Hmm… what do we have? Vegetables that need saving… meat that’s begging for attention…” Mia leaned against the counter, watching him, arms crossed but smiling. “You’re taking this very seriously.”

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.

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.

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.

“He is hot, I get it. I've caught Gina staring at him too.” My face writhed in disgust—me and Chris? No way. He's what they called a wizard. I normally referred to him as a male witch. Chris never studied medicine. He used to work at a mechanic shop and lived next door back in Lystvair. We were close friends despite our age gap until five years ago, when he was wanted for murder and he fled without saying goodbye. Just like Benny, he dabbled in potions and casted spells on people. But how did he manage to mask the smell of the witch’s blood that coursed through his veins?

'' Shanks take her upstairs,'' Chris called. ''But-''. '' No buts I know it's urgent but calm down. I will bring something for you to eat what would you like?'' asked Chris. '' Fine bring some pasta with a sauce I am hungry,'' he said with a grump. '' Coming right up,''. Then Shanks came and took her upstairs. Christina was waiting in that room for a while impatiently. Then Chris came with food in his hands. Then handed the plate to her. '' It can wait later, I-''. '' Finish it then we can talk,'' said Chris. '' Why are you so arrogant?'' she asked. '' That's the way I am forgive me for that,'' he apologized. She finished the foo in a hurry.