Married At First Sight By Gu Lingfei

Tatum followed Elora into the house.

The lights were still on, but the first floor was empty-everyone had gone to bed.

The housekeeper had left the lights on for her, knowing she hadn't returned yet.

Inside, the warmth of the house surrounded her. Without hesitation, Elora slipped off Tatum's coat and handed it back to him.

He took it, then trailed behind her to the sofa. Once she sat down, he asked gently, "Would you like a bowl of sobering soup?"

Elora rubbed her temples. "Yeah, I should. If I don't, I'll have a splitting headache tomorrow."

Without another word, Tatum headed to the kitchen.

Elora leaned back into the sofa, closing her eyes again.

She wasn't sure how much time passed before she heard the sound of his footsteps approaching.

open, and she immediately

matter the time or place, she always maintained her

the soup is ready," Tatum said,

Elora hummed in acknowledgment.

you're tired, go get some rest.

I took a nap earlier, so

no intention

promised Miss Sevyn that I'd stay until you were

Elora didn't argue.

Tatum remained standing.

have to stand." He complied, settling into a seat

Tatum, you're my private chef, not my servant. There's no need to be so formal with

was

acknowledging the growing

appreciate your kindness, but I'm still your chef. I can't take advantage of your trust and