Married At First Sight By Gu Lingfei

In the past, the private chefs Elora hired were always respectful and eager to flatter her. But Tatum was different-he cared for Elora with genuine sincerity. Uncle Joly had seen enough in life to recognize that Elora treated Tatum differently. And it was clear that Tatum felt the same way about her.

They were both young. It was only natural for sparks to fly.

Ordinarily, Uncle Joly would have warned Tatum not to set his sights on the eldest daughter of the Ormond family. But after learning that Tatum was actually wealthy, he chose to stay silent.

Good thing he didn't say anything.

Tatum went back to his room. Instead of heading straight to the kitchen, he made his way upstairs.

He paused outside Elora's door, hesitated for a moment, then knocked gently.

No response.

Maybe he had knocked too softly.

Tatum knocked again, firmer this time, and called out, "Miss, are you awake? It's time for breakfast."

Elora was a workaholic. She left for the office at the same time every morning without fail. But today, she hadn't gotten up yet. Tatum felt responsible for

reminding her.

that, he was worried

open just enough for Elora to peek out,

sheer, which was why she wasn't stepping fully

okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. "I want you to rest, but I was afraid you might have something important

eyes, and her voice was hoarse from sleep.

I have an important meeting and need

all been arranged. Tatum, thanks for waking me up. Can you bring me

water and a coffee?

freshen up. Her mind still

replied without hesitation. “I already

to get your breakfast and make your

trying to convince her

discomfort

of the family

barely took care of herself, all he could do was ensure she ate

last night. He'd make

brain-so she could rest