Married at First Sight

Married At First Sight Chapter 3906-3910 Chapter 3906

Tatum's passion for cooking was evident in everything he did, from the precision of his dishes to the calm confidence he exuded. Of course, it didn't hurt that he was undeniably handsome. Sevyn Ormond, ever the lighthearted one, grinned as she watched him. "Honestly, even if the food wasn't delicious, I'd probably still feel like I'm dining on delicacies just looking at him," she quipped. Sevyn was notorious for being swayed by a good-looking face, and she owned it unapologetically.

Elora chuckled, shaking her head at her sister's comment. "Let's get one thing straight-whatever you're tasting is because of Tatum's skills, not me. He's the one who makes it happen." Tatum, standing nearby, smiled modestly. "I'm the chef for Miss Elora. I follow her lead," he said in his usual calm, steady tone.

The underlying message was clear: if Elora didn't agree to something, no one else could dream of having it. This earned a round of laughter from the other Ormond sisters, who couldn't help but admire his loyalty. Everything Tatum did revolved around Elora. His dedication was unwavering, almost as if she were the center of his world.

Elora gave him a knowing smile. "You should get some rest, Tatum. My sisters and I are just going to relax here for a while. When the boys are done playing in the snow, we'll head back inside."

With a polite nod, Tatum left the gazebo. On his way back, he stopped briefly to engage in the snowball fight with the younger brothers, eliciting delighted shrieks of laughter from them before retreating to his quarters.

As they watched him go, Sevyn leaned closer to Elora, her tone half-serious, halfteasing. "Sister, Tatum is too perfect. He's so good that I can't help but wonder-does he have some ulterior motive?"

Elora didn't flinch. "You think I haven't checked? Twice? His background is spotless. He's from Wiltspoon, a thousand miles away. No connections to this place or to us before now. The only reason he's here is his passion for cooking."

Tinsley chimed in, unable to resist adding her own playful commentary. "Still, if Tatum has any ulterior motives, I'd say they've developed after meeting you. He's so attentive to you-it's hard not to think he's smitten."

Elora shot her an exasperated look. "Tinsley, are you just trying to get back at me for teasing you earlier?"

Tinsley giggled mischievously. It was true; Élora had often teased her about how much she admired Tatum's good looks and talent. "Maybe," she admitted, grinning. "But I'm not wrong, am I?"

Elora sighed, shaking her head. Tatum was undeniably exceptional. He had won over not just her, but also her family, from the elders to the youngest siblings. Yet, she couldn't detect even a hint of romantic interest from him. He seemed to embody pure professionalism and kindness-qualities that her sisters were all too eager to misinterpret.

"He's just good at what he does," Elora said firmly, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "Let's leave it at that."

Still giggling, Tinsley teased again, "Honestly, sister, the guy your classmate introduced you to doesn't even come close to Tatum. You shouldn't waste your time on him."

"I haven't even considered it," Elora retorted, tapping Tinsley lightly on the forehead. "You really need to stop stirring things up."

The atmosphere was light and relaxed, a contrast to Elora's usual serious demeanor. Her sisters, emboldened by the casual mood, took the opportunity to poke fun at her-a rare chance they didn't want to miss.

Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing interrupted the laughter. Elora glanced at her phone and raised an eyebrow.novelbin

"Speak of the devil," she said, answering the call. It was Rosie, her old classmate.

The sisters exchanged amused looks, but Elora's focus shifted to the conversation as Rosie's voice came through the line.