Married At First Sight By Gu Lingfei

Tatum never forgot his role as Elora's personal chef, no matter how much respect or admiration he earned from the Ormond family. His professionalism and adherence to boundaries only deepened Elora's admiration for him. Despite being the sixth young master of the York family, one of the wealthiest families in

Wiltspoon, Tatum had completely set aside his prestigious identity after becoming Elora's personal chef. He approached his job with focus and humility, leaving no room for arrogance or entitlement. When Tatum finished his breakfast, Elora and her two younger brothers had already finished theirs as well. He stepped out of the kitchen to clear the table. Angelo slid off his chair, a mischievous grin lighting up his face. "Brother, guess what? Eldest

Sister said she's passing by our kindergarten today. She's taking me to school," he said, clearly enjoying the chance to boast.

Alonzo, his older brother, glanced at Elora with envy. However, she didn't spare him a glance as she said flatly, "It's not on my way to the elementary school." Alonzo muttered under his breath, "Eldest Sister barely ever takes me to school."

Elora stood up and started walking out of the dining room. Angelo trailed after her, turning back briefly to stick his tongue out at Alonzo before grabbing his small schoolbag and hurrying after her. Alonzo scowled at the scene. "What's there to brag about? She'll probably lecture you the whole way there!" he called after them.

Tatum chuckled as he picked up the plates. "Want me to take you to school instead?"

Alonzo shook his head. "No thanks."

Tatum, no

on his own. Outside, the family's

returned inside. He

potential future mother-in-law. Naturally, he wanted to leave a good impression, winning her over with small gestures of care and effort. The better she thought of him, the less

certainly did. His only concern was the physical distance between their lives. He feared the Ormonds might be

with the Ormonds was calm and uneventful. And in that calm, Tatum carefully, patiently, nurtured

in Huyoniville, Evan York

stood outside

business hours, and only a handful of employees passed in and out of

hand him a large bag of freshly cleaned peppers. To add insult to injury, her live-streaming

his