The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 940

Sasha was about to add more to the conversation when Vivienne's gaze landed on the cake in her hand.

She hadn't tried this flavor before, and though she was sure it wouldn't beat a slice of good old apple pie, being picky at a moment like this seemed downright immature. Sasha quickly hid it behind her back.

She'd already had her share, why was she still eyeing hers?

Seeing Arthur wouldn't be out of the kitchen anytime soon, Sasha shot Percival a look, silently assigning him a critical mission.

To keep watch.

As the two of them were enjoying their sneaky treat, Arthur emerged from the kitchen, a tray in hand, his voice booming excitedly from afar, "Honey, darling, breakfast is served! Today we've got beef stew with homemade biscuits..."

Sasha nearly choked.

Vivienne decisively swallowed her last bite.

Percival calmly stepped forward to greet Arthur, cleverly blocking his view.

"Who let you in?"

Arthur frowned, clearly displeased, "And keep it down. My daughter isn't married to you yet; don't get too cozy."

Arthur took a step towards Sasha and Vivienne's direction.

Percival tried to intervene again, but Sasha had already come forward, crumbs still lingering at the corner of her mouth.

Arthur noticed immediately and leaned in, curious, "Honey, what did you eat?"

Caught off guard, Sasha pursed her lips, trying to sound casual, "...I was just really hungry, had a biscuit."

Arthur was filled with guilt, blaming his slow pace for leaving his wife famished.

"Honey, breakfast is ready, let's go eat."

Then, the cake box Sasha had been hiding fell from behind the chair, rolling to Arthur's feet.

It wasn't

with a

Arthur, "Hubby, let me explain. You have to believe in

fault. I accidentally made too much and wanted the master to give it a taste." Arthur's annoyance

likes, and I'll cook it for her. You,

exactly to the master's and Vivienne's taste." Arthur paused, turning

stated,

face darkened, "Are you saying

not

couldn't let it slide. Not in front of his

let's have

aware of her husband's culinary skills-or

were hers alone to give, "Let's not, dear. Percival is my apprentice; if word gets out, people will

practice,

you want to

off, "Enough talk, let's

win, I expect you to agree to proceed with my wedding to

If you lose, let's push the wedding to next year." Vivienne:

didn't want to

kitchen, Arthur and Percival

asked, "What's the

a smile across his face, "Since Vivienne loves

Arthur snorted.

specific skill from the Dorian family, a

sure of his

and Vivienne outside as the

her forehead, already anticipating

here, we might as well think of how to console them

shot her a look, "No more bringing people

"It was your husband who started it. Why shouldn't I defend Mr. Wolf?

contestants presented their covered bowls of

mystery what

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