Chapter 827

Or was this all part of Chris' plan, bringing her along to ensure she could stay? "For the cioppino, I don't want big chunks—just the small, minced pieces. And take out the green onions. I like the flavor, but don't want to eat them…" I was just getting started when Isabella turned to look at me, her eyebrows raised. "Chris really has spoiled you," she said, pausing. "You're quite picky." "I'm not your personal chef," she replied with a slight smirk. "If you don't want it, pick it out yourself," she said over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen. I knew there was a hidden message in her words, so I followed, taking my time to keep up the act. Inside, I was ready to rush, but Isabella was putting on a show, and I had to play along. When I entered the kitchen, she was already washing vegetables and chopping ingredients with a precision that took me by surprise. "Ms. Griffins, you're quite the professional." "It's called independence. Having people dote on you is fine, but yo