Married At First Sight By Gu Lingfei

Tatum said, "Miss, you should drink it now. If you wait too long, it'll get cold." Elora took the bowl of soup and sipped it gracefully.

After finishing half the bowl, she set it down. "I'm a little drunk, but not completely. I can still walk on my own, and my mind is clear. I remember everything I did and said. Half a bowl is enough for me."

It was late, and she didn't want to drink too much liquid before bed.

"Tatum, whose daughter is your fiancée? Where is she? If you don't mind, can you tell me?" Elora was persistent. She had asked him before, but he never gave her a straight answer.

He always brushed it off, saying he wanted to focus on work first and that marriage wasn't urgent. He reminded her that he was still in his twenties-his older brother didn't marry until thirty. If he didn't find a wife this year, he could wait a little longer.

Elora suddenly felt a pang of jealousy toward his fiancée. She didn't have to do anything, yet she already had him.

She wondered what his fiancée had done to win his grandmother's favor, enough for her to personally arrange the match and give him a one-year deadline to win her over.

for three months. That meant he had nine

thought flickered in Elora's mind-keeping him as her chef indefinitely. If he was always by her side, cooking

as quickly as the idea came,

be an obstacle

deeper for him. But that was because he was extraordinary—a

didn't need to

to pursue his

Unless...

decided to reject his grandmother's arrangement, abandon the pursuit, and declare that she was the

his grandmother's plan, he would be

hadn't even met his fiancée yet. He hadn't started pursuing her. She might not even know she was