BRYSON HOME
“Can you not speak? What is this charade happening in my house?” Bryson snarled.
Chantelle swallowed with difficulty. She attempted to jump off the stool, but Kai held her hand to ease her off it instead. “Thank you.” She mouthed meekly.
“Hello, sir. I am Kai, a pastry chef. Here to assist, Miss Chantelle. If you will excuse me, I would like to return to working.” Kai said, circling back to the kitchen island. He turned his full focus on the work like there was no one else in the space.
Bryson scoffed in disbelief, “What the hell was that about?”
Chantelle took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “Can we talk somewhere else?”
“I want an explanation right now. Why is there a strange, arrogant man in my house?” He insisted, throwing a stern glare at Kai.
She mumbled somethi
