Love at First Novel by Gu Lingfei

Tatum's passion for cooking was evident in everything he did, from the precision of his dishes to the calm confidence he exuded. Of course, it didn't hurt that he was undeniably handsome.

Sevyn Ormond, ever the lighthearted one, grinned as she watched him. "Honestly, even if the food wasn't delicious, I'd probably still feel like I'm dining on delicacies just looking at him," she quipped. Sevyn was notorious for being swayed by a good-looking face, and she owned it

unapologetically.

Elora chuckled, shaking her head at her sister's comment. "Let's get one thing straight-whatever you're tasting is because of Tatum's skills, not me. He's the one who makes it happen."

Tatum, standing nearby, smiled modestly. "I'm the chef for Miss Elora. I follow her lead," he said in his usual calm, steady tone.

The underlying message was clear: if Elora didn't agree to something, no one else could dream of having it. This earned a round of laughter from the other Ormond sisters, who couldn't help but admire his loyalty.

Elora. His dedication was unwavering, almost as if she were the

some rest, Tatum. My sisters and I are just going to relax here for a while. When the boys are done playing in the snow, we'll head back

in the

Elora, her tone half-serious, halfteasing. "Sister, Tatum is too perfect. He's so good that I can't help but wonder-does he have some ulterior

miles away. No

"Still, if Tatum has any ulterior motives, I'd say

you just trying to get back at

mischievously. It was true; Elora had often teased her about how much she admired Tatum's good looks and talent. "Maybe," she admitted, grinning. "But

but also her family, from the elders to the youngest siblings. Yet, she couldn't detect even

does," Elora said firmly, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "Let's leave it at