Married at First Sight novel (Serenity and Zachary York)

Married At First Sight Chapter 3911-3915 Chapter 3911

Tatum stirred awake after barely an hour of sleep. He had a task ahead: preparing the ingredients for the hot pot his fiancée had requested. The soup base, as always, was the cornerstone of the meal.

If it had been Elora's family indulging in hot pot, his workload would've been lighter. All he'd need to do was prepare the soup base while others handled the rest. Of course, he could always do it himself if he chose to, but it wasn't necessary. As Tatum busied himself in the kitchen, a lively, feminine voice rang out from the living room. The voice, cheerful and teasing, directed a question at Elora. "Elora, where's your handsome chef? Is it okay if I take a peek? I even left my husband at home so he wouldn't get jealous." Tatum paused mid-chop.

Great, he thought. Being good-looking is just another hassle. People treat me like a zoo exhibit.

He rolled his eyes. It wasn't as if he was the most attractive among his brothers. That title belonged to his eldest brother, who was not only better-looking but also more charismatic. If people obsessed over him now, how would they react if they ever saw him? Would they lose their minds entirely? In response to the teasing, Elora laughed. "Don't be too eager, Rosie. You'll scare him. He's busy in the kitchen, you know. Are you here for him or for me? Because I'm starting to feel neglected!" The mystery voice belonged to Rosie, one of Elora's close friends.

Though Tatum had never met Rosie in person, her reputation preceded her. Elora occasionally talked about Rosie's obsession with good looks, joking that it was a good thing Rosie got married early. Otherwise, she'd be falling in love with every attractive man she crossed paths with. Rosie's antics included secretly following handsome strangers just to snap a few photos before walking away, satisfied.

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Tatum's relief, she didn't barge

realize that women, when gathered together, talked about

home-Wildridge Manor. Around this time, the manor would be bustling with energy, brimming with joy as his family gathered for the holidays. These

their busy schedules to relax and focus on spending time with the elders. Tatum knew the elderly cherished companionship. His father's generation was fortunate,

preparing the ingredients and the soup base, his work in

and almost too vivacious. Tatum couldn't fathom how

let go, he thought. Elora probably didn't have

person. After a few cordial