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 she might

open just enough for Elora to peek out, keeping the

guessed that her pajamas might be slightly sheer, which was

voice. "I want you to rest, but I

and her voice was hoarse from sleep. "I'm

I can't handle. I have an important meeting and need to see

been arranged. Tatum, thanks for waking me

water and a coffee?

freshen up. Her mind still felt sluggish

course," Tatum replied without hesitation. “I already prepared

now to get your

to convince her to take the day

discomfort slow her

of the family meant she couldn't afford

all he could do was ensure she

well last night. He'd make her some soup later-to

nourish her brain-so she could rest better at