Married At First Sight By Gu Lingfei

Tatum placed two plates of breakfast on the dining table, then walked over to Elora, who was still absorbed in the newspaper. "Miss, breakfast is ready," he said politely.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," came Alonzo's voice from the stairs.

Elora glanced up just in time to see him sprinting down the stairs, dragging his small schoolbag behind him. "Alonzo!" she called sharply.

He froze mid-step, immediately straightened up, and slung his schoolbag onto his back. Then, with exaggerated care, he walked down the stairs one step at a time, trying not to draw any further scolding from his sister. It was clear the two little brothers shared similar mischievous streaks.

"Good morning, Sister. Good morning, Brother Tatum," Alonzo greeted respectfully once he reached the dining area.

Elora gave him a stern look. "If I catch you running down the stairs like that again, I'll punish you. No food made by Tatum for an entire week."

Alonzo's eyes widened. "Sister, a week is way too long!" he protested instinctively.

"And now you're bargaining with me? That must mean you don't

I'll change, okay? I was just trying to

glare silenced his attempt at humor. For a moment, Alonzo straightened up and looked

Alonzo thought that siding with him was a clever move. If he ever got into trouble, maybe Tatum would plead on his

something: I'm on your sister's side. If you're banking on me pleading for you, it'd be better to just fix those bad habits

for school. I'll let you off this time, but if you pull another stunt

glanced up at Tatum

right. I'm her private chef, after all. I follow her orders. You're lucky you even get to eat the food

"Brother Tatum, you're afraid of

the newspaper aside. "If you keep chatting here, don't

as the words left her mouth, Alonzo turned and bolted toward the

her head. "That kid is getting naughtier