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.

It wasn't on

a mix

me explain. You have to believe

"It's not the master's fault. I accidentally made too much and wanted the master to give it a taste." Arthur's annoyance immediately shifted

You, mind your own business. Come on, wife and

remark stopped them in their tracks, "No offense, but perhaps, the dishes you make aren't exactly to the master's and Vivienne's taste." Arthur paused, turning with a cold expression, "What do you

stated, "They're not

darkened, "Are you

smiled, not

it slide. Not in front of his wife and

let's have

quickly interjected, aware of her husband's

apprentice; if word gets out, people will say you're bullying

all the practice, she couldn't bear to

you want to compete? Just think

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

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

you lose, let's push the wedding

want to wait

front of the kitchen, Arthur and Percival locked

asked, "What's

at Vivienne, who was confidently, and a smile across his face, "Since

Arthur snorted.

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

was sure of

entered the kitchen, leaving Sasha and Vivienne outside as

massaged her forehead, already anticipating the

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

shot her a look, "No more bringing people

your husband who started it.

contestants presented their

a mystery