Married At First Sight By Gu Lingfei

Elora smiled. "Every time you talk about your family, I feel restless, like I need to see it for myself." She was too embarrassed to admit the thought that had crossed her mind more than once: I'm even starting to imagine being part of your family.

Tatum had always been good to her.

Tinsley often teased her, saying that whenever Tatum looked at her, there was a light in his eyes-that he was here for her.

In a way, he was.

But realistically, it was because of his cooking. Elora had high standards and wanted a private chef. That was why Tatum had come.

At the end of the day, he was here for his craft.

Still, there were moments when she caught him looking at her with an intensity that made her wonder... Is he feeling something for me?

But she always brushed those thoughts aside.

The reality was simple: Their relationship was like that of a chef and his patron.

Tatum was good to her because she was his boss. She had a refined palate and could critique his dishes, helping him refine his skills.

He was a man who lived for cooking.

seem to have any other major

working together, all she truly knew about him was his dedication

from a wealthy family, had been well-educated

everyone with kindness, rarely lost his temper, and was the embodiment of

distance between their families, Tatum would have been the perfect husband in Elora's

What a shame.

Wiltspoon, over 2,000 kilometers away from her home. Even by plane, it was a long trip. After landing, there was still a one-to-two-hour car

responsibilities were

were aging, and her younger brother was still young. She couldn't marry that far away. She couldn't abandon everything she had worked so

the Ormond

she left, even if her younger sisters took over, there would be

that was something she

Unless...

to come to

But that was unrealistic.

family, and Tatum-the sixth young master-was the younger

he ever leave

felt a pang in her