"Can we please not talk about him anymore?"
Chloe’s voice flared with a rare spark of anger. Before Justin could say another word, she abruptly hung up the phone.
In his office, Justin stared blankly at his screen, a bitter, helpless smirk pulling at his lips. "Oh, Chloe... you still can't forget him, can you?"
Back in the Grayson kitchen, Chloe was a shell of herself. Her mind was a chaotic blur, and by the time she snapped back to reality, the smell of burning meat filled the air. She sighed, tossed the charred steaks, and scrubbed the pan to start over.
As the fresh aroma of searing beef finally wafted through the room, a wave of unwanted nostalgia hit her. She remembered how hard she had worked to master cooking—the burns, the knife slips, the endless lessons from world-class chefs
