In the past, the private chefs Elora hired were always respectful and eager to flatter her. But Tatum was different-he cared for Elora with genuine sincerity. Uncle Joly had seen enough in life to recognize that Elora treated Tatum differently. And it was clear that Tatum felt the same way about her.

They were both young. It was only natural for sparks to fly.

Ordinarily, Uncle Joly would have warned Tatum not to set his sights on the eldest daughter of the Ormond family. But after learning that Tatum was actually wealthy, he chose to stay silent.

Good thing he didn't say anything.

Tatum went back to his room. Instead of heading straight to the kitchen, he made his way upstairs.

He paused outside Elora's door, hesitated for a moment, then knocked gently.

No response.

Maybe he had knocked too softly.

Tatum knocked again, firmer this time, and called out, "Miss, are you awake? It's time for breakfast."

Elora was a workaholic. She left for the office at the same time every morning without fail. But today, she hadn't gotten up yet. Tatum felt responsible for

reminding her.

than that, he was

to peek out, keeping the rest of

slightly sheer, which

voice. "I want you to rest, but

had dark circles under her eyes, and her voice was hoarse from sleep. "I'm fine. Just

handle. I have an important meeting and

today. It's all been arranged. Tatum, thanks for waking me up. Can you bring

coffee? I'll be downstairs in half an

up. Her mind still felt sluggish from

without hesitation. “I already prepared the

to get your breakfast and make

use trying to convince her to take the day

discomfort

of the family meant she couldn't afford

care of herself, all

hadn't slept well last night.

brain-so she

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