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.

he was worried she might be

Elora to peek out, keeping the

slightly sheer, which was why she wasn't stepping fully into

to rest, but I was afraid you

her voice was hoarse from sleep. "I'm fine. Just

an important meeting

today. It's all been arranged. Tatum, thanks for waking me

a coffee? I'll be downstairs

Her mind still felt

Tatum replied without hesitation. “I

to get your breakfast and make

was no use trying to convince her to take the day off.

discomfort slow

the head of the family meant she

of herself, all he could do was ensure

probably hadn't slept well last night. He'd make

brain-so she