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.

revolved around Elora. His dedication was unwavering, almost as

"You should get some rest, Tatum. My sisters and I are just going to relax here for

nod, Tatum left the gazebo. On his way back, he stopped briefly to engage in the snowball fight with the younger

half-serious, halfteasing. "Sister, Tatum is too perfect. He's so good that I can't help but

miles away. No connections to this place or to us before now. The

if Tatum has any ulterior motives, I'd say they've developed after meeting you. He's so attentive to you it's hard

an exasperated look. "Tinsley, are you just trying

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

youngest siblings. Yet, she couldn't detect even a hint of romantic interest from him. He seemed to embody pure professionalism and kindness-qualities that her sisters were

said firmly, though a small smile tugged at