Romans & histoires Chris X Chef

He gestured toward the chef. I greeted him politely, forcing a calm exterior. But Gerrard's expression flickered ever so slightly. He his eyes at me, confused. My pulse jumped. Had I said something wrong? Gerrard frowned slightly at my reaction before giving me an encouraging smile. "Lily, don’t you remember? This is Chef Marcel DuPont. He’s one of the finest culinary masters in France… and not just that, he was one of your instructors back at your culinary school. You even wrote on one of your social media posts that you admired him and looked up to him. I was expecting more excitement."

“It’ll knock your socks off—or maybe just your taste buds.” Skyler couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his brother’s bravado. Lucas had always enjoyed the spotlight, and today was no exception. Just then, an impish grin crossed Lucas’s face as he turned toward Chris. “So, Chris,” he said, leaning in slightly, “if you ever find yourself needing a personal chef, I’m your guy. I make a mean grilled cheese, too, you know.” Chris raised an eyebrow, a bemused smile playing on his lips. “Grilled cheese, huh?”

Harvey had already met with the Xaviers of Wolsing before at the Black Tea Diner. But both parties left on bad terms. And after the incident, Chris had already shown up on Yvonne’s doorstep several times. That was why for Prince Leo, Yvonne was a bit of a nuisance. “What? By the look of your face, you look quite dissatisfied with the food.” Chris smiled, then made someone call the chef of the western restaurant with the clap of his hands. Slap! In the next moment, he gave a slap across the chef’s face and coldly said, “Didn’t you know that the person that’s having a meal is Ms. Yvonne, my fiance?

she said ignoring his hands before sitting down on the chair. Chris smiled before sitting down on his chair,deep down inside him,he was angry that she rejected him but he didn't want to show it.he wondered how an 18 year old girl could be so smart. Stephanie was not moved by the different rich dishes she saw,she was already used to eating that kind of food.her father made sure she was comfortable. She started eating the food while Chris stared at her. "Do you plan on furthering your education?"Chris asked her and she didn't respond.

“Man if the time wasn’t so dire I had some cool options for the restaurant you want to put into that fancy hotel.” “When this is all done and your cousin is back in my arms safe I will be all ears.” Asrar smiled gently. Chris extended his hand to which Asrar happily filled. Chris quickly introduced himself to which Asrar was happy with. Chris was the man overlooking the work being done at his new restaurant.

And Chris—barefoot, wearing a wildly patterned shirt and holding a spatula like a microphone—greeted us like royalty. “My favorite trauma buddies!” he cried, hugging us both. “Welcome to the soft launch of my emotional stability.” “You’ve redecorated,” Damian noted, impressed. “I had a coupon and a mental breakdown. Target heals.” I laughed. “What’s cooking?” Chris winked. “Risotto. Mushroom, truffle, butter—basically seduction in a pan.” Guests trickled in. Old colleagues. A few fellow chefs. Everyone had stories, drinks, and that quiet gratitude you only find among people who’ve known pain.

“Good. Let me cook you some dinner now.” “You can cook?” Chris smirked. “Careful or I’ll poison you instead.” ***** Dinner was delicious. Chris made baked pork chops with green beans and baked potatoes. They watched tv together after and talked about their days. He even massaged her feet. He said it was so I wouldn’t complain at training tomorrow. It was almost like we were a real couple.

, I teased as he snickered. " Don't worry, Mr. Philip will cook for you", Chris said, making me blush lightly, as we ended that part of our conversation there. Chris narrated how he escaped from a restaurant where Phil and his gang beat up a young man, who he felt was a rival. He later confirmed from a final year student that he was the leader of one of the well-known cult gangs. My mind flashed back to the first time we met. Some of the students in the corridor either walked away(probably the ones who know who he is), and others just wore a surprised stare at us(probably because he was popular).

"Uhmm, today's chef is not him. Sir." Jeff was the head chef of the kitchen in the mansion, there were many to help him but everything was decided by him. Xavier glared at Kim coldly and asked her, "Then who?" "Madam. She cooked all the dishes today." "Leave, all of you." "I can make a new breakfast quickly…" "Leave I said!" Seeing him hitting his hand on the table furiously everybody quickly left from there. Xavier drank a glass of water but still his mouth was burning. Looking at the foods he took a bite

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."