The Million-Dollar Heart

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.

wasn't

froze, looking at Sasha with a mix

let me explain. You have to believe in yourself; your cooking is truly

moment, Percival took the blame, "It's not the master's fault. I accidentally made too much and wanted

know what my wife likes, and I'll cook it for her. You,

aren't exactly to the master's and Vivienne's taste." Arthur paused, turning with a cold

stated, "They're not

you

not contradicting

was being provoked, Arthur couldn't let it slide. Not in front of his

have

of her husband's culinary skills-or

gets out, people will say

thought, precisely because of all the practice, she couldn't bear to tell him

want to compete? Just think

cut him off, "Enough talk, let's

win,

thinking the same. If you lose, let's push the wedding to next year."

didn't want to wait till

front of the kitchen,

asked, "What's the

and a smile across his face, "Since Vivienne loves pasta, let's make her

Arthur snorted.

specific skill from the Dorian family, a

was sure of

leaving Sasha and

forehead, already anticipating

calmly returned to her book, "Mom, instead of worrying here, we might

shot her a look, "No more bringing people home to

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

both contestants presented

mystery