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.

did revolved around Elora. His dedication was unwavering,

him a knowing smile. "You should get some rest, Tatum. My sisters and I are just going to relax here

briefly to engage in the snowball fight with the younger brothers, eliciting delighted shrieks of

Tatum is too perfect. He's so

He's from Wiltspoon, a thousand miles away. No connections to this place

commentary. "Still, if Tatum has any ulterior motives, I'd say they've developed after meeting you. He's so attentive to you it's hard not to

"Tinsley, are you just trying to get back at me for teasing

teased her about how much she admired

Yet, she couldn't detect even a hint of romantic interest

firmly, though a small smile tugged