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

with a mix of hurt and betrayal,

before soothing Arthur, "Hubby, let me explain. You have to believe in yourself; your cooking is truly a gift. I was

Percival took the blame, "It's not the master's fault. I accidentally made too

know what my wife likes, and I'll cook it for her. You, mind your own

dishes you make aren't exactly to

sincerely stated, "They're

face darkened, "Are you saying you're better

not contradicting

let it slide. Not in front of his

let's have a

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

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

of all the practice, she couldn't bear to tell

"You sure you want to compete? Just think if

him off, "Enough talk, let's do

Percival said, clearly stating his intent, if I win,

thinking the same. If you lose,

want to wait

front of the kitchen,

asked, "What's the

a smile across his face, "Since Vivienne

Arthur snorted.

skill from the Dorian family, a

was sure of his

the kitchen, leaving Sasha and Vivienne outside as the judges,

her forehead,

here, we might as well

her a look, "No more bringing people home

it. Why shouldn't I defend Mr. Wolf? This

later, both contestants

was a mystery what