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 mix of hurt and

shot Vivienne a glare before soothing Arthur, "Hubby, let me explain. You have to believe in yourself; your cooking is truly a gift. I

too much and wanted the master to give it

You, mind your own business. Come on,

perhaps, the dishes you make aren't exactly

stated, "They're

"Are you

just smiled, not contradicting

provoked, Arthur couldn't let it slide. Not in front of his wife and

have a

quickly interjected, aware of her husband's culinary skills-or lack

out, people will

the practice, she couldn't bear to tell him the

eyebrow, "You sure you want to

spurred on, cut him off, "Enough talk, let's

I win, I expect you

If you lose, let's push the wedding

to wait

in front of the kitchen,

"What's the

across his face, "Since Vivienne loves pasta,

Arthur snorted.

from the Dorian family,

sure

and

massaged her forehead, already anticipating the

to her book, "Mom, instead of worrying here, we might as well think of how

look, "No more

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

both contestants presented their

was a mystery what lay

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