Afraid that Tatum might refuse, Elora added, "I don't eat well when I'm alone. I have a much better appetite when someone eats with me."

Tatum knew she was saying that on purpose, worried he wouldn't agree. But how could he refuse? This was exactly what he wanted.

"Alright, Miss. I'd be happy to eat with you from now on."

"Now, go eat first. I'll have the fruit ready in a moment."

Elora glanced at him but said nothing before heading out.

In the past, unless she had a special event, she would go straight back to the lounge after dinner to rest. She never paid much attention to having fruit after meals.

But now, without realizing it, Tatum had changed some of her small habits.

These little changes gave her a bit more rest and improved her health.

Soon, Tatum came out with the prepared fruit.

He had sliced the fruit and arranged the pieces into the shape of a phoenix with its wings spread wide, using smaller, uncut fruits as finishing touches.

time, you actually made a

couldn't help but admire his

"It's

don't want to

plate is big enough,

you have time, I'll give you a big plate and let you make one for me," Elora said with interest. Tatum chuckled. "If

took over the family business, I used to paint in my spare time. But

at landscapes. My specialty is painting

portraits. I love painting ancient beauties

pair of chopsticks and helped

was used to eating alone. Sometimes, Tinsley would join her, and when she did, Tatum would always prepare two sets of bowls

it

with a smile. "I can't paint ancient

of handsome men and beautiful

of inspiration. With

practice by sketching his mother. Back then, she was still young, beautiful, and

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