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

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

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

cook it for her. You, mind your own business. Come on, wife and daughter, let's

but perhaps, the dishes you make aren't exactly

sincerely stated, "They're

face darkened, "Are you saying you're better

not

it slide. Not in front

let's have

aware of her husband's culinary skills-or lack

dear. Percival is my apprentice; if word gets out, people will say you're bullying the younger generation." Arthur patted Sasha's hand, reassuring her. He

the practice, she couldn't bear to

sure you want to

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

his intent, if I win, I expect

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

to

in front of the kitchen,

"What's the

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

Arthur snorted.

specific skill from the Dorian family,

sure

leaving Sasha and

forehead, already anticipating the

to her book, "Mom, instead of worrying here, we might as well think

more

husband who started it. Why shouldn't I defend Mr.

later, both contestants presented their covered bowls

mystery what