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.

unwavering, almost as if

and I are just going to relax

engage in the snowball fight with the younger brothers, eliciting delighted shrieks of laughter from them before retreating to

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

"You think I haven't checked? Twice? His background is spotless. He's from Wiltspoon, a thousand miles away. No connections to this place or to us

unable to resist adding her own playful commentary. "Still, if Tatum has any ulterior motives, I'd

an exasperated look. "Tinsley, are you just trying to get back at me for

her about how much she admired

the elders to the youngest siblings. Yet, she couldn't detect even a hint of

what he does," Elora said firmly, though a small smile tugged at