Alpha Culinary Love

Chapter 135: I don’t care if the restaurant is on fire

Yura was nestled comfortably in Jiyeon's arms, her head resting on Jiyeon's chest as they lounged together on the oversized couch in the living room. The warmth of the sun filtered through the tall windows, casting a golden glow over them, adding to the cozy, intimate atmosphere. For a moment, everything was perfect. Jiyeon's fingers absentmindedly played with Yura's hair, the gentle rhythm soothing, and Yura let out a contented sigh, snuggling closer.

"I could stay like this forever," Yura murmured, her voice soft and drowsy, as if the weight of the world was slipping away from her with every passing second.

Jiyeon smiled, pressing a light kiss to the top of Yura's head. "Me too," she whispered back, her tone full of affection. The truth was, Jiyeon couldn't imagine a better way to spend the day than holding Yura close like this, away from all the worries and responsibilities that usually occupied her mind.

The serene moment stretched on, comfortable and warm, until they were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was a quiet, hesitant knock, but it echoed through the spacious room, pulling both of them out of their peaceful reverie.

Yura stiffened immediately, her eyes narrowing. "Who the hell is that?" she muttered, a hint of irritation creeping into her voice. Her arms tightened possessively around Jiyeon, as if she could ward off the intruder by sheer will.

Jiyeon frowned slightly, wondering who would come by at a time like this. "I don't know," she said, her tone apologetic as she reluctantly started to sit up. "I should probably see who it is."

But Yura wasn't having it. She grabbed Jiyeon's wrist, her eyes flashing with determination. "No," she said firmly. "You're not going anywhere."

"Yura, it might be important—" Jiyeon began, trying to reason with her, but Yura cut her off with a glare that could have melted steel.

"I don't care," Yura huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Whoever it is, they can wait."

Just as she finished speaking, the door creaked open, and one of the house staff—an older woman with a kind face—poked her head in. "Miss Jiyeon, Chef Kang is here to see you," she said in a polite, deferential tone.

Jiyeon's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Chef Kang? Why would he be here? She looked at Yura, who was glaring daggers at the poor maid, clearly unhappy with the intrusion.

"Chef Kang?" Jiyeon asked, a bit confused. "What's he doing here?"

The maid glanced nervously at Yura before answering. "He said it's urgent, Miss Jiyeon. Something about the restaurant."

Jiyeon sighed, glancing back at Yura with an apologetic smile. "I really should see what he wants, babe. It might be important."

Yura pouted, her expression a mix of frustration and possessiveness. "But we were having a moment," she complained, her tone almost whining.

"I know, I know," Jiyeon said soothingly, leaning in to kiss Yura's cheek. "I'll be quick, I promise."

Yura huffed again but finally relented, albeit grudgingly. "Fine. But if he takes too long, I'm dragging you back in here, and I don't care if the restaurant is on fire."

Jiyeon chuckled, shaking her head. "Deal."

She stood up and made her way to the door, the maid stepping aside to let her pass. As Jiyeon left the room, Yura stayed behind, sulking on the couch, clearly not happy about being interrupted.

Jiyeon walked down the hall to the entrance of the manor, where Chef Kang was waiting. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a serious expression, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes when he saw Jiyeon.

Yura huffed, her expression softening slightly, though she still looked annoyed. "You better be. Who does he think he is, barging in here and taking you away from me?"

Jiyeon bit her lip, trying to suppress her amusement. "He's just doing his job, Yura. And we found out who the mole was, so it was worth it."

Yura's eyes narrowed, still not satisfied. "I don't care. He should have waited. Or better yet, he shouldn't have come at all. This is *our* time."

Jiyeon smiled, leaning down to kiss Yura's forehead. "You're right. I'm sorry. I should have told him to wait."

Yura grumbled under her breath but didn't argue, instead burying her face in Jiyeon's chest and hugging her tightly. "Just don't let it happen again," she mumbled, her voice muffled.

"I won't," Jiyeon promised, wrapping her arms around Yura and holding her close. "I'm all yours, okay?"

Yura nodded, her grip on Jiyeon not loosening in the slightest. "Good. Because if anyone else tries to take you away, I'll... I'll..."

"You'll what?" Jiyeon asked, a teasing tone in her voice.

"I'll bite them," Yura said, looking up at Jiyeon with a serious expression, though there was a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Jiyeon couldn't help but laugh at that, shaking her head in amusement. "Bite them? Really?"

"Yep," Yura said, nodding firmly. "Right on the hand, so they'll think twice about touching what's mine."

Jiyeon chuckled, her heart swelling with affection. "You're too cute for your own good, you know that?"

Yura pouted, clearly not happy with being called cute. "I'm serious, Jiyeon! I don't want anyone else

getting close to you."

Jiyeon smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Yura's lips. "I know, babe. And I promise, you won't have to worry about anyone else. I'm all yours."

Yura nodded, satisfied with the answer, though she still looked like she wasn't fully over the interruption. "Good. Now, let's get back to where we were before we were rudely interrupted."

Jiyeon grinned, guiding Yura back to the couch. "Whatever you say, my little guard dog."

Yura let out a mock growl, though the corners of her mouth twitched up into a smile. "Woof," she said playfully, and they both burst into laughter, the tension from the earlier interruption melting away as they fell back into their comfortable, affectionate rhythm.

As they settled back into their embrace, the world outside the walls of their manor faded away once more, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble. And this time, Jiyeon made sure to keep her phone on silent—no more interruptions, not when Yura was in this mood.

After all, Jiyeon knew better than to test her luck with a possessive Yura.