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

looking at Sasha with a mix of hurt and betrayal,

me explain. You have to believe in yourself; your cooking is

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

You, mind

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

stated, "They're

"Are you saying you're better than

smiled, not contradicting the

was being provoked, Arthur couldn't let it slide. Not in

let's have a

quickly interjected, aware of her husband's

to give, "Let's not, dear. Percival is my apprentice; if word gets out, people will say you're bullying the younger generation." Arthur patted

because of all the practice, she

eyebrow, "You sure you want

off, "Enough talk,

intent, if I win, I expect you to agree to proceed

thinking the same. If you lose, let's push the wedding to next

want to wait

front of the kitchen, Arthur and

"What's the

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

Arthur snorted.

skill from the Dorian family, a secret

was sure of his

and Vivienne outside as the judges,

forehead,

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

her a look, "No more bringing people home to bully your

it. Why shouldn't I defend Mr.

later, both contestants presented

was a mystery what