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 on

looking at Sasha with a mix of hurt and

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

master's fault. I accidentally made too much and wanted the master to

cook it for her. You,

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

sincerely stated, "They're not

darkened, "Are you saying you're better

not

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

have

her husband's culinary

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

all the practice,

"You sure you want to compete?

spurred on, cut him off, "Enough

I win, I expect you to agree to proceed with

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

didn't want to

of the kitchen, Arthur and

asked, "What's the

glanced at Vivienne, who was confidently, and a smile across his face, "Since Vivienne loves pasta, let's make her

Arthur snorted.

learned this specific skill from the Dorian family, a secret

was sure

leaving Sasha and Vivienne

forehead, already anticipating

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

a look, "No more bringing people home to bully

it. Why shouldn't I

contestants presented their covered

a mystery what lay