The Spy

Chapter 47

John had always been a fan of good food, but since Isabella had come into his life, he had become more adventurous in his culinary pursuits. He wanted to impress her with his cooking skills, but he also knew he couldn't cook every day. So, he decided to hire a personal chef.

He went through a list of chefs recommended by his mother and finally settled on Chef Philippe, a renowned chef who had worked in some of the best restaurants in the world. John was excited to meet him and taste his food.

When Chef Philippe arrived at John's house, he was dressed in his white chef's jacket and black pants. He carried a large basket filled with fresh ingredients.

"Welcome, Chef Philippe," John greeted him warmly. "I'm so glad you could come."

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Westwood," Chef Philippe replied with a thick French accent.

John led Chef Philippe to the kitchen, where he showed him around and introduced him to Isabella. Isabella was thrilled to meet the famous chef and couldn't wait to taste his food.

Chef Philippe got to work immediately. He put on his apron and started chopping vegetables and preparing ingredients.

Isabella sat at the dining table with her laptop, carefully transferring funds from her father's offshore accounts to the dummy accounts Alex had set up for them. John was in the living room, on his laptop, occasionally glancing over at Isabella as she worked.

After a few minutes of silence, Isabella spoke up. "John, I've been thinking. What are we going to do once we have my father's money?"

John turned his attention away from the laptop and looked at Isabella. "That's up to you Issa."

Isabella nodded, her fingers still tapping away at her laptop. "We can do something good with the money."

As the day progressed, Chef Philippe cooked up a storm. He prepared a variety of dishes, from classic French cuisine to modern fusion dishes. The smells that wafted from the kitchen were intoxicating, and John and Isabella's mouths watered in anticipation.

Finally, the time came to taste the food. Chef Philippe presented his dishes one by one, and John and Isabella were blown away by the flavors and the presentation. Each dish was like a work of art, and they savored every bite.

"This is amazing," Isabella said, licking her lips after finishing a bite of a seared scallop dish. "I've never tasted anything like this before."

"I agree," John said, nodding in appreciation. "Chef Philippe, you have truly outdone yourself. This is the best food I've ever tasted."

Chef Philippe smiled, his eyes shining with pride. "Thank you, Mr. John. It was my pleasure to cook for you and Miss Isabella. I hope to be able to cook for you again soon."

And with that, Chef Philippe packed up his things and left. After dinner, John and Isabella retired to the living room. Isabella had finished transferring the funds, and now they were both at ease, enjoying each other's company. John put his arm around Isabella as they sat on the couch.

"John, can I ask you something?" Isabella said, turning to face him.

"Of course, anything," John replied.

"What do you see in me?" Isabella asked, her eyes searching his.

John smiled. "What do I see in you? I see someone who is strong, brave, and kind. I see someone who is beautiful inside and out."

Isabella blushed at John's words, feeling a warmth spreading throughout her body. She leaned in and kissed him softly, her lips lingering on his.

As they kissed, John pulled Isabella closer, his hands moving down her back. Isabella moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair. They kissed for what felt like hours, lost in each other's embrace.