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Getting home after spending the whole day outside with Wembley, Chase was greeted with a strong odor of burning food that he flew into the house to find out what was happening. Getting to the kitchen, he pushed the door open, only for smoke to welcome him in and he began to cough. Relieved that it wasn't the house that was burning as he had thought earlier, he proceeded into the kitchen and then pushed the windows open before proceeding to open the door so that the smoke would get out. About half an hour later, he snapped his head upwards, he had just remembered Zara who was now living with him. Facepalming himself, he began to look around the house, searching for her since she wasn't in the kitchen.When he got to the rooms, he started checking them one after the other until he started hearing sobbing sounds emanating from one of the rooms.With a speed he never knew he possessed, he reached out for the door handle and then pushed it in, revealing the coiled-up figure of Zara at
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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
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After getting off the bus, Chase pulled his phone out of his pocket, “Oakdale.” He muttered and then snapped his head upwards. With a smile on the side of his lips, he allowed his eyes to roam around his current environment for a while. Oakdale was a little town which bustled with different activities all through the year. Pubs, restaurants, clubs and several other businesses were found there. Out of all the restaurants that were in Oakdale, the best belonged to the number one food company in the state. Still looking around, Wembley walked up to him and then intertwined his hand in his. At once, Chase pulled away and with a scowl on his face said, “Are you crazy?” “What?” Wembley chuckled. He knew Chase hated bodily contact but he still went ahead to hold his hand whenever he had the chance to do so. “So why did you call me?” He asked, digging his hands into his pocket as he exhaled. “I'm done.” “Done?” “Come with me.” In silence, Wembley led Chase to a buildin
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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
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Ignoring Chase, Zara kept pressing on. She felt if she had the chance, she would be able to change the restaurant for better and she would stop at nothing until her request was granted. “Can you just stop it already?” She yelled at Wembley who was scowling at her. “You're rude, we don't want you working here.” He snapped at her, wrapping his hands across his chest. “Really? I only pointed out your mistakes to you and as it should be, you're supposed to make corrections instead of making a fuss about it.” “Correction you mean? The last time I checked, no one asked you for that.” While they were arguing, Chase plopped on the chair, his gaze never leaving Zara even for once. Since she had proved herself without him asking, he felt that he needed her and at the same time he was skeptical about the whole thing because of her family. “They're going to try and ruin everything if they find out about this.” He said more to himself but everyone heard what he had said. “Boss, what did yo
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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
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During the one-week duration, while they were trying to put things in order, Zara kept raising awareness on her social media page. She was an Instagram influencer with over three million dedicated followers so the awareness went a long way to help. Chase and Wembley focused their energy on repainting the restaurant in bright colors and replacing the bulbs and different decorations with more appealing colors. A night before the reopening, Zara arrived at the restaurant but before she could walk in, her phone began to buzz and at once she pulled it out of her pocket. “What does she want?” She mumbled, glaring at the screen which displayed Raven. Pushing her phone back into her pocket, the call came through again, and then time around with a frown she yelled, “What?” “I know you're busy but can you spare me five minutes?” “Why?” “We need to talk and it's urgent.” She snapped and at once Zara swirled around, her gaze falling on the vehicle that was across the road. “Yeah, come si
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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