She Got the Marriage License and I Got 99 Broken Promises Chapter 08

She Got the Marriage License and I Got 99 Broken Promises Chapter 08

Sabrina’s face flushed red as she snapped at the 

staff, “Shut up, all of you. You two–faced bitches. Weren’t you the same ones calling Tessa the 

mistress before?” 

Nolan’s voice shook as he grabbed her wrist. “You 

touched her things?” 

Sabrina yanked free without a trace of guilt. 

“So what if I did? They were just a few things. 

What’s the big deal? I touched them. Big whoop. 

Half that stuff wouldn’t even have made it into my 

closet back in the day.” 

The house manager’s professional mask 

shattered. Before anyone could blink, she hurled 

her glass of ice water directly into Sabrina’s face. 

“Ms. Quinn hated people touching her things. Once someone else put their hands on something, she didn’t want it anymore, no matter how nice it was. How dare you vandalize her sanctuary with 

your presence?” 

Miles still found a way to get me entered into Chef Masters. 

For a while, he became my official taste tester, 

eating whatever I made, over and over, like it was his full–time job. 

By the end of it, he was practically eating eight meals a day. 

And somehow, by some ridiculous stroke of luck, I 

made it into the top fifty. 

Miles insisted on throwing me a party to 

celebrate. 

I never liked noisy gatherings, but Brooke kept pestering me until I gave in. Then, the second we 

got there, she vanished. 

The music started. A familiar scent drifted close. 

I turned, and there was Miles, those gorgeous, lazy eyes lit with something that looked a lot like 

admiration. 

He bent at the waist in an exaggeratedly 

gentlemanly bow and offered me his hand. 

“Beautiful lady,” he said, “care to dance?” 

Before I could answer, he had already swept me onto the dance floor. 

Good thing I’d crammed in a little practice before 

coming, or I definitely would’ve crushed his feet by 

now. 

By the time the party was halfway over, I’d had a 

couple too many drinks, and the alcohol was 

finally catching up with me. 

My face felt warm, my head light. I slipped away and found an empty room to lie down in for a 

minute. 

Half–dazed, I felt pressure against my lips. 

Someone sighed softly near my ear. 

Then came another kiss, deeper this time, testing, 

coaxing, pushing a little farther each time. 

Greedy. 

I frowned and slowly opened my eyes. 

The first thing I saw was a handsome, unfairly 

perfect face. 

Miles. 

“How long are you planning to keep me waiting, 

Chef?” he murmured. 

I blinked at him, caught completely off guard. 

He smiled, low and lazy and dangerous. 

“You’ve been feeding me so well I’m getting 

spoiled. If no one else wants me after this, that’s 

on you. So you’re going to have to take 

responsibility.” 

He paused just long enough to let the words sink 

1. in. 

“Then we’ll open a restaurant together,” he said. 

“And feed everybody else the same way.” 

I looked away awkwardly, trying to escape the 

heat in his gaze. 

I’d be lying if I said I felt nothing. 

Over the past few weeks, I’d learned that for all his 

laid–back, teasing charm, Miles never failed when 

it mattered. 

Every time I turned around, he was there. Every time I looked back, I found him already watching 

1. me. 

Back when I had told Nolan I wanted to open a 

restaurant he’d treated it like a childish whim. 

“You’re a woman,” he’d said. 

“Why would you spend all day around grease and 

smoke? You won’t build some dream restaurant.” 

“You’ll just make yourself sick. And opening a place isn’t that simple.” 

“Time, money, energy have you thought about any 

of that? Stop jumping from one impulse to the 

next.” 

But Miles had never looked down on my cooking. 

He encouraged me to compete. He supported what I wanted. Everything Nolan had dismissed as 

a flaw, Miles treated like something worth. 

admiring. 

Maybe… maybe he was worth considering. 

Miles’s gaze dropped to my mouth. He leaned in 

and brushed a tentative kiss against my lips. 

And to my surprise, I didn’t mind. 

His breath deepened. 

The next second, he scooped me up into his arms 

and strode toward his bedroom like he had 

already made up his mind for both of us. 

Then, just as I broke into the top ten on Chef 

Masters, news about Nolan suddenly exploded 

onto the international trending list. 

Brooke sent me the link in total disbelief. 

Brooke:[Isn’t this your trash ex?] 

Brooke:[I never thought he’d get wrecked this 

badly.]