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

looking at Sasha with a mix of hurt and betrayal,

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

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

for her. You, mind your own business. Come

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

stated, "They're

you saying

just smiled, not contradicting the

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

let's have

interjected, aware of her

word gets out, people will say you're bullying the younger generation." Arthur patted Sasha's hand, reassuring

all the practice, she couldn't bear to

an eyebrow, "You sure you want to compete?

cut him off, "Enough talk, let's

clearly stating his intent, if I win,

you lose, let's push the wedding to

want to

of the kitchen, Arthur

asked, "What's the

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

Arthur snorted.

from the Dorian family, a secret

sure of his

entered the kitchen, leaving Sasha and Vivienne outside as

massaged her forehead, already anticipating the

worrying here, we might as well think of how

a look, "No more bringing people home to bully

curled up, "It was your husband who started it. Why shouldn't I defend

both contestants presented their

a mystery