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    What if Christina developed feelings for that chef?


    The thought alone made his jaw tighten. His hand, gripping the knife, curled into a fist. No. He couldn’t allow that. It would be safer if he learned to cook himself—to be the one who served her, the one she depended on.


    “Bain! I want to learn too!” Gerry chimed in, eager as ever.


    Jordy raised an eyebrow, smirking faintly. “Count me in.”


    Bain didn’t even look up. “If you want to learn, find him yourselves.” His tone was cool, almost dismissive.


    Why should the chef he intended to hire for himself end up teaching his brothers? Thest thing he needed waspetition for Christina’s attention. In his mind, there could only be one brother closest to her—and it would be him.


    “Tightwad,” Gerry grumbled, shooting Bain a re.


    Jordy said nothing, though his thoughts were already spinning. He would just have to speak with Torrie and get the chef’s contact information.


    If he offered enough, she would tell him. And once the chef returned, he would make sure to meet him first. As Jordy mused, a faint smile ghosted across his lips.


    He leisurely enjoyed his meal, unaware that his two brothers were thinking the very same thing.


    Halfway through the lunch, Bain excused himself. “I’ll be right back,” he said casually, heading toward the restroom. In truth, he wasn’t going to the restroom at all. He was searching for Torrie.


    Momentster, Jordy followed suit, waiting for a lull in conversation before slipping away in the same direction.


    Both Bain and Jordy had spoken to Torrie separately, and both had made the same demand—absolute secrecy.


    So when Jordyter circled back, casually asking whether his two brothers had already gotten the chef’s contact information, Torrie only smiled politely and shook her head.


    After all, the three of them were all members of Christina’s family. She couldn’t afford to offend any of them.


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    As long as each one promised confidentiality, she could only nod and agree, ying the role of the perfect professional.


    By the time lunch came to an end, the air was lighter, andughter echoed through the restaurant. But just as the group prepared to leave, Gerry suddenly groaned, clutching his stomach.


    “Ouch… my stomach’s acting up,” he said with exaggerated pain. “Must’ve eaten something bad this morning. You guys go ahead. I’ll ride back with Christinater.”


    Christina immediately looked concerned. “Then I’ll stay with you. You should rest for a bit before we head home.”


    Bain and Jordy exchanged a look. Both were reluctant to leave Christina behind—especially with Gerry—but under their grandmother’s firm gaze, they had no choice but to follow her out.


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