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.

to have any

all she truly knew about him was his dedication to the culinary

came from a wealthy family, had been well-educated since childhood, and carried himself with

rarely lost his temper, and

between their families, Tatum would

What a shame.

internally. The York family was in 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 ride

responsibilities were too

couldn't marry that far away. She couldn't abandon everything she had worked so hard for-especially the family

she had fought to strengthen the Ormond family's empire, to stabilize it, to expand

she left, even if her younger

that was something she

Unless...

willing to come to

But that was unrealistic.

an elite family, and Tatum-the sixth young master-was the younger brother of the family's

ever leave all of that

pang in her heart but pushed it