It's been three days since Chase got married to Zara. These three days had been the best in his life after a very long time. Unlike Katherine and Raven who always loved to make his life a living hell for him, Zara was different. She was lively and always loved indulging in every phase of her life. This morning, since it was the weekend, they had a late breakfast and at the moment, Chase was in the living room while Zara was preparing to meet with her friends like she always did during the weekends. Scrolling through TV channels absentmindedly, he had his hand under his chin as he thought of the direction his life was now headed. He was tired of sitting at home idle all through the day and it seemed Wembley was finding it difficult to find the right spot for his proposed restaurant. Zara had no idea about this plan, she strongly believed that he was hunting for a job whereas he wasn't even making any move. Digging his finger into his hair, he let out a low sigh and then reached o

FlavorQuest…It had been three weeks since Chase opened the restaurant but the progress had been slow. On most days, they had just one customer and so they had been experiencing a lot of loss which left them discouraged. Sitting behind the counter with his hands resting under his chin was Wembley who had his lips caged in between his teeth as he stared at the door, waiting for the second customer of the day and Chase, who had stepped out to return. “Can I speak to you?” Maurice said, pulling a chair out. “Sure, go ahead.” Wembley replied, trying to keep a brave face when on the inside, he was scared. Scared that Maurice wanted to leave the restaurant and find a more profitable job. “Why do boss keep paying us each weekend when we don't even make up to a quarter of the amount?” Maurice asked. This was the exact question Wembley had asked a few days ago, but he didn't get a satisfactory answer to it. Chase had told him that he had always wanted a job that paid on a weekly basis an

Stamping her feet against the floor, Zara looked around the restaurant, leaving the rest of the staff in suspense, even Chase was not let out in this. He never allowed his gaze to leave her even for once as he tried to guess correctly what she was up to. “Aren't you going to say anything?” Maurice scowled. “Of course, I was going to commend your new looks.” She winked at him, causing a smile to appear on his lips. Just when he was about to respond to her compliment, she waved her hand in his face, “Now you have to work on your clothes? It looks like what the slaves in history passed down to you.” “What?”“You heard me.” She affirmed with a smirk, rolling her eyes at him.“You're rude, that's not a nice way of speaking to someone.” Wembley muttered. “Why do you look scary? Are you a part of the Mafia in Italy? Your accent screams it.” At once Chase exchanged glances with Wembley who took a step backward, digging his hand into his hair. “I'm on the roof, please excuse me.” He mu

That morning, after making breakfast, Chase invited Zara to the table only to find out that she was yet to be prepared for school and she had about forty minutes left for her first class. Raising his brow at her, he lowered himself on his seat as he picked up his cutlery. “I bet it would be more tasty than ever.” She grinned, taking a long sniff of the golden brown pancakes in front of her. With her gaze now fixed on him, she had her hands across her chest and with a scowl etched on her face asked, “Why don't you join Jasper and Wembley in the kitchen? You cook more tasty meals than both of them combined.” “They are good.” “Uhm… I already knew that's what you're going to say so I'm not surprised.” She pouted, rolling her eyes. Just when she was about to take the first bite of her breakfast, Chase held her hand only to let go when she flashed him a quick look. “What? Is anything the problem?” She asked. “About school, don't you have classes today?” “Oh… about that, I quit last

With his hands tucked into his pockets, Chase was moving to and fro on the rooftop, staring at his wrist watch at intervals. It was thirty minutes until the restaurant would be opened, yet Zara was nowhere to be found. He had even called her phone several times hoping she would pick up and give a reason why she was delaying but she never did. Her attitude disturbed him so greatly that staying in one place was an impossible task for him. “She isn't still picking up her phone, what are we going to do now?” Wembley asked, showing him his call history. “She will come around, let's be patient.” Chase said with a calm tone but deep down, he was worried sick. “You have been saying that for an hour now.” Wembley grumbled and then just like he came earlier, he stormed down the stairs.Moments later, Zara pulled up across the road but didn't step out. Wondering what the issue was, Chase dialed her contact again.From his position, he could see the screen light of her phone on the seat next