The Millionaire Chef

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Abigail stared at the email for a little too long, unsure what to do; her decision would ruin whatever good was happening between her and Aaron, and she didn't want it to end. She had no idea what kind of relationship they had or what tag would best describe their current situation. It's safe to say they have some sort of ongoing chemistry. That was something she didn't want to lose.

She sighed petulantly, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, hastily typing away the email, confident she doesn't want this. It's been two months, and her life has no direction, and she hasn't planned anything.

Whatever plans she had were thwarted when things went haywire. Her illness isn't improving, her medications aren't working, her father isn't responding, she has no idea where her sister is, and she hasn't decided what to name her relationship with Aaron.

What a mess!

Aaron has been busy these past days, he can't seem to find a solution to whatever problem has occurred and he didn't wish to share it with Abigail either. She tried to talk it out but he always ended up kissing her. The lesser she saw him the lesser the time they spent, after that one beautiful night she hasn't seen him at night he is always in his office. Even the staff has been overworking daily.

"Are we inviting anyone to a Thanksgiving dinner?" Martha inquired, and all three of them were seated for dinner. Martha dragged her grandson out of his office for a meal, screaming at the top of her lungs and providing a food break for the staff as well.

Aaron ate quietly, not saying anything, while Abigail sensed the tension between the three. "Dr. Byeol, Xavier, Dara, and her husband are welcome to join us," she replied.

Martha nodded her head devouring her food, she wasn't much on talking terms with Abigail. Her motherly love towards Aaron didn't let her. She knew both of them were playing a dangerous game and eventually her grandson will be at loss. His eyes were readable enough for her to know he has started to fall for the lady sitting beside him.

Silence engulfed the dining area, the sound of utensils increased the already tense atmosphere. Martha chose to break some ice, she at least wanted it to know what has been going around. Her grandson isn't his usual self. Aaron who never left a chance to be in the kitchen was drowning in paperwork.

"Aaron, what's wrong?" She asked, keeping the spoon down she stared intently demanding answers

Aaron groaned, her eyes were enough for him to spill the tea but he didn't want to. She was his grandmother more like a mother but she was actually his father's mom and the news he has might create rucks between the mother-son

"Nothing" he avoided eye contact, not wanting to be the one creating family fights he chose to keep quiet.

Abigail sat there patiently waiting for either answers or for the atmosphere to cool down a little. She silently kept stealing glances of Aaron her eyes roaming over his facial details. He was tired, there were eye bags underneath, his face was pale and exhausted. A good sleep would be much help but he won't listen to her.

"Stop staring like a creep" Aaron mumbled, a small smile making his way to his lips. He turned his head to her side and winked her

Abigail blushed at his remark, she remembered calling him the same. Look how far they've got, the tables have turned. He isn't a creep or an obnoxious chef for her. He is the man she trusts with all her heart.

"What the hell is your problem" a man in his fifties barged inside the house with another man in his thirties holding two bags. Two suitcases to be precise.

"Jayden" Martha sang happily for her, leaving her food she instantly clung to hug her son but he was glaring at Aaron

Aaron was glaring back with the same fierce, both of them didn't want to be the one to break the eye contact as if they were in a match the one who breaks the contact loses. Abigail's throat went dry looking at the war, there was already an ice storm between the three and now an eye war.