Avery’s POV
The moment Kieran left, I finally exhaled the breath I hadn't even realized I was holding. My entire body was tense, my hand still stinging from the slap I’d delivered. I knew Kieran wouldn’t give up so easily, but for now, at least, I was rid of him.
Just as I was trying to calm myself, the head cook walked in, her brow furrowed as she glanced at her phone.
“I received a fire alarm notification,” she announced, her eyes sweeping over the kitchen. Then she noticed the mess I had made.... the scorched pot, the rice that had boiled over, the oil splattered across the stove.
At this point, I wouldn't even blame her if she was annoyed that I turned her precious workspace into a mess all thanks to my ignorance and stubbornness.
Her expression softened as she turned to me. “Futu
