All Chapters of Ghost Chefs: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I woke up the next morning feeling terrible. After coming back from the dinner date the previous night, I immediately crashed on my bed, ignoring the questions from Drew and his brothers. I was exhausted and it didn't take long for me to fall into a deep slumber. I had hopes of waking up feeling refreshed and energised but it was the exact opposite. I felt like a truck had run me over because my whole body was aching. I stretched a hand over my eyes, to prevent the light from coming in through the gap in the window. I groaned in pain as I lifted my hands. I was sweating and I knew that I had come down with a fever or something. My throat was itchy and I desperately needed to have a drink of water to wet my throat. I tried to get up from my bed and it took a lot of effort for me to do that. I was breathing heavily as if I had just run a marathon whereas all I did was get down from my bed and walk to the door. I managed to open the door and walked sluggishly into the hallway, dragging

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling the need to drink water. My throat was dry and croaked. I sat upright on my bed and checked my bedside table for the glass of water I had placed there before going to bed but it was empty already. I might have drank it before going to bed and forgot to replace it. Grumbling at my displeasure of having to get down from the bed and make a trip to the kitchen to get water, I flipped the blanket over and stepped out of my bed. I sluggishly made my way toward the door and out of the room into the hallway. It was quiet which wasn't unusual. The only light coming into the house was from the window facing the outside of the city. I successfully made my trip to the kitchen and poured myself some water. After taking a few gulps and wetting my throat, I slowed down on the gulps I was taking before I choked. I dropped the glass into the sink after drinking the water and as I turned back, I ran into a cold body making me let out a scream. "Hey, Amand

~Dedicated to Akeelah~ lt has been a common thing for him during the past few days and I couldn't help but think that there was something he was hiding. But, what exactly was he hiding? I decided to do some research on their family. My little chat with Liam helped me in realizing so many things that were hidden about Drew and his brothers. Who would have ever thought that the sons of the prime minister of another country were indeed leaving in another country? I still don't get the ideology behind that motive. When it comes to the Walter brothers there are so many questions revolving around their identity. Sean, who is a famous entertainment star was the best friend of Drew! That was something highly unexpected. Not to mention that their mother was the number three famous chef in the world.What the heck is wrong with their family and being famous?! I am beginning to think that Drew and his brothers might have lost their memory about their real place of residence when they were in

The week before the New year went smoothly for Amanda. She was able to round up whatever work she had at the office and Leslie had no choice but to grant her a week's leave from work. Drew was right in saying that her boss didn't have a choice because that was what had happened. After confirming from the human resource department that she had indeed not used any of her granted leave from work, her boss had to yield to her request. And that was how she found herself in her room during the weekend packing her bags and preparing to board a flight to France the next day. Her parents had been delighted to hear that she was coming home to spend the new year celebrations with them. They had been filled with so much joy when she had relayed the news of her coming home to them. Her mom had promised to bake her favourite pie upon her arrival. Amanda looked forward to seeing her parents again with so much joy. She was filled with so much pent-up happiness and she couldn't help but keep smiling

“Mon amour,” my mom greets me, placing a kiss on both sides of my cheeks as soon as I arrive at our family house. Cassie had dropped me at the airport early in the morning before she left for work. I didn't see the ghost brothers before I left and I assumed they were still out because Cassie was around. Hopefully, Drew would inform them about my whereabouts. “Bienvenue a la Maison,“ ('Welcome home’) she said to me in her thick French accent. I wonder why I never knew how to speak the language. Though I couldn't speak, I understood the minor words that had to do with greeting and saying yes or no. "Thank you, mama," I replied, hugging her. “Where's Dad?“ I asked, searching around for him. “Oh, he stepped out to do an urgent delivery. He would be back within the next few minutes," she answered. "That's good,“ I said, following her into our little home.It Wasn't big nor was it small. It was modest but it was enough to call it home. After all, a house becomes a home when your loved o