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

at Sasha with a mix of hurt

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

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

You, mind your own

remark stopped them in their tracks, "No offense, but perhaps, the dishes you make aren't exactly to the master's and

stated, "They're

"Are you saying you're better

smiled, not

being provoked, Arthur couldn't let it slide. Not in

have

interjected, aware of her husband's

hers alone to give, "Let's not, dear. Percival is my apprentice; if word gets out, people will say you're bullying the younger

thought, precisely because of all the practice,

want

spurred on, cut him off, "Enough talk,

the rules first then," Percival said, clearly stating his intent, if I win, I expect you to agree to

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

want to wait

in front of the kitchen, Arthur

asked, "What's the

his face, "Since

Arthur snorted.

had learned this specific skill from the Dorian family, a secret

sure of

leaving Sasha and Vivienne outside

forehead, already anticipating the

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

look, "No more bringing people home

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

hour later, both contestants presented their covered bowls of

was a mystery what lay