Love at First Novel by Gu Lingfei

Tatum placed two plates of breakfast on the dining table, then walked over to Elora, who was still absorbed in the newspaper. "Miss, breakfast is ready," he said politely.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," came Alonzo's voice from the stairs.

Elora glanced up just in time to see him sprinting down the stairs, dragging his small schoolbag behind him. "Alonzo!" she called sharply.

He froze mid-step, immediately straightened up, and slung his schoolbag onto his back. Then, with exaggerated care, he walked down the stairs one step at a time, trying not to draw any further scolding from his sister. It was clear the two little brothers shared similar mischievous streaks.

"Good morning, Sister. Good morning, Brother Tatum," Alonzo greeted respectfully once he reached the dining area.

Elora gave him a stern look. "If I catch you running down the stairs like that again, I'll punish you. No food made by Tatum for an entire week."

Alonzo's eyes widened. "Sister, a week is way too long!" he protested instinctively.

with me? That must mean you don't want to

just trying to save time, that's all. But Sister, you're so

humor. For a moment, Alonzo straightened up and looked serious. But then he stuck out his tongue playfully and darted behind Tatum

siding with him was a clever move. If he ever got

I have thick thighs to cling to, huh? Let me tell you something: I'm on your sister's side. If you're banking on me pleading for you, it'd be better to just fix those bad habits now." Alonzo peeked out from

crossed her arms. "Go eat your breakfast and don't be late for school. I'll let you off this time, but if you pull another stunt like that, even Tatum won't be able to save you. He listens to

glanced up at

right. I'm her private chef, after all. I follow her orders. You're lucky you even get to eat the food I make, and

Tatum,

keep chatting here, don't come crying to me when

left her mouth, Alonzo turned

kid