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

"Hubby, let me explain. You have to

crucial moment, 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."

it for her. You,

"No offense, but perhaps, 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

face darkened, "Are you saying

not contradicting the

Arthur couldn't let it slide. Not in front of his

let's have

aware of her husband's culinary skills-or lack

word gets out, people will say you're

thought, precisely because of all the practice, she couldn't bear to tell him

"You sure you want to compete? Just think if

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

set the rules first then," Percival said, clearly stating his intent, if I win, I expect you to agree to proceed with my wedding to

the same. If you lose,

to wait till next

kitchen, Arthur

asked, "What's the

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

Arthur snorted.

had learned this specific skill from the Dorian family, a

was sure of his

Sasha and Vivienne

forehead, already

instead of worrying here, we might as well think of how to console them

her a look, "No more bringing people

husband who started it. Why

later, both contestants presented their covered bowls

a mystery what lay