Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320: Stubborn

Olivia’s POV

An awkward silence settled in the air, thick, and heavy. Neither Levi nor Louis spoke, but they didn’t need to—one look at them told me all three of them were disappointed in me. The weight of that truth sat like a stone in my chest, and I felt utterly miserable.

I glanced in Levi’s direction. When our eyes met, he offered me a faint, comforting smile—one that didn’t quite reach his eyes—but still, it was something.

"He’s gonna be okay," Levi said gently.

Of course, I knew he’d recover from his injuries. That wasn’t what worried me. What about the hurt I’d caused with my words? What about the way I’d looked at him?

I swallowed hard. "Can I go to him?" I asked quietly, my gaze darting between Levi and Louis, searching their conflicted expressions for any sign of approval.

Finally, Louis shook his head. "Give him a few moments alone."

I frowned. "I can’t wait. I can’t let him remain angry and hurt. I have to fix this."

Louis sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Rushing in right now might make it worse. Sometimes space is better—"

"Not for me," I cut him off firmly. "I’m going to the kitchen to cook for him. It’ll be my apology."

Neither of them stopped me as I turned and walked away.

When I stepped into the kitchen, the staff froze, surprise flashing in their eyes. They hadn’t expected to see me in the pack house, much less in the kitchen. Without a word, I tied an apron around my waist and began pulling out ingredients.

If words had failed me, maybe Lennox’s favorite meal could speak for me.

The smell of ingredients began to fill the air as I moved around the kitchen, my hands working on instinct. It had been years—years—since I’d cooked for them. The last time, we were barely more than teens. I could still picture it clearly... 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

That day, I’d stood right here, nervously serving them the meal I’d made from scratch. The moment they took the first bite, their faces lit up like I’d just given them the greatest gift in the world. They’d eaten like it was the most delicious thing they’d ever tasted, and between mouthfuls, they kept showering me with praise.

I remembered laughing as they fought over the last piece, promising—no, swearing—that I would cook for them until we all grew up. I didn’t realize then how much that promise meant to them... or to me. The way they’d looked at me that day—it was like I’d just promised to be by their side forever.

The memory made me smile faintly as I stirred the pot. I couldn’t just make Lennox’s favorite. If I was going to mend the cracks between us, I wanted Levi and Louis to feel it too.

So, I reached for more ingredients, deciding to make Levi’s favorite dish and Louis’s as well. Maybe if they could taste a piece of the past, they’d remember what we used to be... before everything got so complicated.

By the time I was done, three trays sat on the counter—one for Lennox, one for Levi, and one for Louis. I arranged them neatly, adding the little touches I knew they loved: extra gravy for Levi, a sprinkle of herbs for Louis, and Lennox’s favorite hot sauce on the side.

Wiping my hands on the apron, I lifted the first two trays and carried them out to the sitting room where Levi and Louis still sat.

They both looked up in surprise as I set the plates down in front of them.

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