Married At First Sight 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.

Tatum did revolved around Elora. His dedication was unwavering, almost as if

going to relax here for a while. When the boys are done playing

way back, he stopped briefly to engage in the snowball fight with

half-serious, halfteasing. "Sister, Tatum is too perfect. He's

Twice? His background is spotless. He's from Wiltspoon, a thousand miles away. No connections to this place or to us before now.

I'd say they've developed after

you just trying to get back at me for

true; Elora had often teased her about how much she admired Tatum's good looks and talent. "Maybe,"

to the youngest siblings. Yet, she couldn't detect even a hint of romantic interest from him. He seemed to embody pure

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