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Chapter 110
But I quickly shake off the idea. No, he doesn’t have enough experience. It would be silly for me to
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choose him as my sous chef.
Right?
…
The next morning, Chloe greets me with a steaming cup of coffee as I walk into the restaurant.
“Morning, boss lady. How are you today?”
“Good, actually,” I say with a grin, gratefully accepting the frothy coffee. “Had a successful night last
night.”
“Oh?” Chloe asks, leaning on the bar as I take a seat on one of the stools, her own coffee in hand.
“How so?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI shrug and take a sip. “I was struggling with a souffle recipe. But you’re not gonna believe this; Karl
showed up and offered to help. It’s crazy. He’s actually a master at making souffles. Who would’ve
thought?”
Chloe’s face tightens. “Karl helped you?”
“Yes, why?”
“I told him to stay away from you, Abby. I thought I was doing you a favor. But apparently he just
doesn’t listen.”
I blink, surprised and a little annoyed. “You told him what?”
Chloe shrugs. “He was moping about how you decided to go through with the competition. I told him
that he should just pi ss off, basically.”
Her words make my head reel. While I understand the sentiment behind them, something about it
makes me angry; maybe it’s because I only just told her that I needed to be trusted to make my own
decisions, not have decisions made for me.
“What?” she says, sensing my terse look. “Something wrong?”
I swallow. The words come out harsher than I mean them to. “Chloe, it’s not your place to tell him to
stay away from me.”
“I was trying to protect you, Abby. You and I both know that you don’t make the best decisions when it
comes to men. And especially not when it comes to Karl.”
Her words make me even angrier. Without meaning to, I stand abruptly, causing the barstool to scrape
loudly on the floor and echo throughout the empty restaurant. “What do you know about good
decisions?” I snap. “All you’ve ever done is h ook up with anything that moves.”
For a moment, Chloe is silent. Even as the words tumble out of my mouth, I realize how harsh they
were. “Chloe, I didn’t mean—”
She holds her hand up to stop me. “It’s whatever. You’re not entirely wrong. But I know you, and I know
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKarl—”
“You don’t know Karl at all,” I bite out. “He’s changed, Chloe. Maybe it’s about time you realize that he’s
trying to be better. And for the record, he apologized last night.”
Chloe scoffs. “So you’re just going to let him waltz back into your life after everything he’s done? Are
you serious? Just because he ‘apologized’? As if it wasn’t just a tactic to get in your pants.”
“I’m not letting him waltz back in, and I’m not ‘letting him in my pants,’” I snarl. “But maybe, just maybe,
he’s becoming something of a friend.” Even as I say them, the words feel strange on my tongue. But I
mean it. Despite everything, Karl has helped me a lot recently. I can’t deny that.
“A friend? So what does that make me, then? Chopped liver?”
“No, Chloe, you’re not chopped liver. You’re my best friend, but that doesn’t give you the right to dictate
who I can and cannot talk to.”
“Well, if Karl’s your friend now, maybe you don’t need me anymore,” Chloe snaps, her eyes brimming
with anger and something that looks a lot like betrayal.
Before I can say anything, she turns on her heel and storms out, leaving me standing there. All I can do
is watch her fading form and curse under my breath.
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