Dylan, who was at the hotel taking care of Imogen, replied privately to Austin.

He sent Austin a voice note asking, “You traveled so far just to become a chef?”

Austin sat on the sofa as he replied, “Am I not allowed to? It’s a very challenging role to be the O’Connors’ private chef. I just wanted to see if I could pass the test. Luckily, I beat all my competitors. I’ve pretty much achieved the impossible.”

Dylan was speechless for a moment before he replied, “It feels more like you ran for president than a chef. How long do you plan on staying there? Christmas is around the corner. Aren’t you coming home?”

“I might not this year. I’ll go back when my boss gives me the boot.”

“With your ability, I don’t think your boss can fire you. You firing her is more like it. I just don’t understand why you had to go that far. You have your restaurant and can cook anywhere, but you just had to go miles away. It’s cold there, no? Can you stand it?”

Austin retorted, “It’s not like we’ve never