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

froze, looking at Sasha with a mix of hurt

soothing Arthur, "Hubby, let me explain. You have to believe in yourself; your

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

I'll cook it for her. You,

aren't exactly to the master's and Vivienne's taste."

stated, "They're

you

not contradicting the

it slide. Not in front

let's have a

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

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

practice, she couldn't bear

eyebrow, "You sure you want to compete? Just

on, cut him off, "Enough talk,

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

scoffed, "Funny, I was thinking the same. If you lose, let's push the

didn't want to wait till

front of the kitchen, Arthur and Percival locked

"What's the

his face,

Arthur snorted.

had learned this specific skill from the Dorian

sure of

kitchen, leaving Sasha and Vivienne outside as the judges, exchanging

massaged her forehead,

her book, "Mom, instead of worrying here, we might

look, "No more bringing people home

husband who started it.

both contestants presented

mystery

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