The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 940

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

with a mix of hurt and betrayal, "Honey,

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

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

You, mind

stopped them in their tracks, "No offense, but perhaps, the dishes you make aren't exactly to the master's

stated, "They're

face darkened, "Are you saying you're better than

not contradicting the

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

let's have a

interjected, aware of her husband's culinary skills-or

hers alone to give, "Let's not, dear. Percival is my apprentice; if word gets out, people will say you're bullying

of all the practice, she couldn't bear to

an eyebrow, "You sure you want

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

win, I expect you to agree to proceed

you lose, let's push the wedding to next

want to wait till next

front of the kitchen,

asked, "What's

smile across his face, "Since Vivienne loves pasta, let's make her

Arthur snorted.

from the Dorian family, a secret

was sure

kitchen, leaving Sasha and

her forehead, already

instead of worrying here, we

look, "No more bringing people

started it. Why

an hour later, both contestants

was a mystery what lay

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