Married At First Sight Chapter 3911
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.
Rosie’s playful laughter filled the room as she tried to soothe Elora’s mock indignation. However, to Tatum’s relief, she didn’t barge into the kitchen to gawk at him.
It was moments like these that made Tatum realize that women, when gathered together, talked about men the same way men discussed women. Opposites attract, after all.
The lighthearted laughter from the living room reminded Tatum of home—Wildridge Manor. Around this time, the manor would be bustling with energy, brimming with joy as his family gathered for the holidays. These were the moments his grandmother loved most, surrounded by the lively chatter and laughter of children and grandchildren.
The annual holidays were special. Everyone set aside 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, with couples to share their lives. But his grandmother had no one—his grandfather was long gone. Without their visits, she’d have only loneliness to keep her company.
Once Tatum finished preparing the ingredients and the soup base, his work in the kitchen was done.
A little while later, he finally met Rosie. She was nothing like Elora—bright, bubbly, and almost too vivacious. Tatum couldn’t fathom how someone so different had become Elora’s friend.
Probably because Rosie latched onto her and refused to let go, he thought. Elora probably didn’t have the heart to push her away.
To his surprise, Rosie was much more polite in person. After a few cordial questions, her tone suddenly shifted when she learned Tatum was from Wiltspoon.
“The York family,” she began curiously, her eyes sparkling. “You know, the wealthiest family in Wiltspoon—are you connected to them in any way?”
Tatum’s dark eyes flickered for a moment. He hadn’t expected her to bring this up. Even Elora, who had discreetly investigated him twice, hadn’t made the connection.
After a brief pause, Tatum gave a soft, measured response. “Yes, they’re my family.”
Married At First Sight Chapter 3912
Chapter 3912
“Your family? Are you saying the York Corporation in Wiltspoon belongs to your family?”
Rosie’s voice trembled with surprise as she stared at Tatum, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief.
All eyes in the Ormond family turned toward the two of them, their curiosity unmistakable.
“Yes,” Tatum replied calmly, his tone steady. “It’s my family’s business. Our ancestors laid the foundation, and now my eldest brother runs it.”
Rosie’s curiosity only deepened. “What’s your rank among the brothers?”
She had spent half a month in Wiltspoon on a business trip with her husband, giving her a glimpse into the world of the York family, the wealthiest household in the city. Stories of their good family traditions and remarkable discipline had left a strong impression on her.
The York sons, in particular, were legendary for their talent and charisma. And now, seeing Tatum—so handsome it seemed almost unfair—she couldn’t reconcile the idea of him being a chef for the Ormond family.
The York Corporation’s wealth and influence were well-known, even from afar. In comparison, the Ormond family, though prominent, seemed modest. Adding to the intrigue, the York family was known for its long line of sons. Generations had passed without a daughter, and Old Madam York had famously yearned for one. When her wish for a daughter went unfulfilled, she began hoping for a granddaughter—and even that remained elusive. Now, she pinned her hopes on a great-granddaughter.
Rosie once joked with her husband that if any woman in the future could give birth to a daughter in the York family, she would undoubtedly be cherished above all.
“I’m the sixth,” Tatum answered, referring to his birth order among the brothers.
Rosie stood and extended her hand with a polite smile. “Sixth Young Master York, it’s an honor to meet you. I’ve visited Wiltspoon and spent a delightful half-month there. I’ve heard quite a few legends about your family.”
Tatum’s gaze flickered briefly toward Elora before he reached out and shook Rosie’s hand in a perfunctory manner.
“Mr. Zachary York—he’s your eldest brother, right?” Rosie asked, her tone laced with curiosity.
“Yes,” Tatum replied, nodding. “Zachary is my eldest brother. Our family has a strong bond among the brothers, and even with our cousins, we’re all very close.”
Rosie’s expression softened as she continued. “I’ve heard about your grandmother—the pillar of your family. People say she’s open-minded and wise, and that she personally raised all nine of you brothers. I can’t imagine how many people envy her.”
Indeed, tales of the York matriarch were often shared among families with less accomplished children or grandchildren. The idea that one woman had successfully raised not one but nine exceptional grandsons was nothing short of awe-inspiring.
“She didn’t just raise successors—she raised nine of them,” Rosie mused. “Each one capable of running the York Corporation and carrying on the family’s legacy. It’s almost as if talent is a birthright in the York family. With a foundation like that, it’s no wonder your family dominates Wiltspoon’s business world. Many have tried to surpass the Yorks but failed.”
Tatum’s lips curled into a warm smile. “Thank you for the kind words about my grandmother, Miss Fowler. She truly is extraordinary. To us, she’s the best grandmother in the world.”
But then he quickly shifted the conversation. “Miss Fowler, I’ll leave you and Elora to enjoy your hot pot. I still have work to finish.”
With that, Tatum excused himself, stepping away from the growing attention.
He could already feel the Ormond family members itching to interrogate Rosie about how she had pieced together his identity.
The York surname wasn’t particularly common, but it still surprised him that Rosie had made the connection. Even Elora, despite knowing him for some time, had never associated him with the powerful York family. Perhaps it was because she couldn’t imagine the young master of Wiltspoon’s wealthiest family lowering himself to become her private chef.
But Tatum had his reasons.
Cooking wasn’t the goal.
Winning his fiancée’s heart? That came first—right after perfecting the hot pot.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3913
Chapter 3913
After Tatum left, Elora turned to her friend with wide eyes. “Rosie, are you serious? You know the York family from Wiltspoon? And Tatum… he’s the sixth young master of that York family?”
Rosie nodded knowingly. “Elora, you’ve never been to Wiltspoon, so it’s not surprising you didn’t know. Your family’s business doesn’t have any ties there, and Wiltspoon is pretty far from here. But I’ve been there. I spent half a month in the city with my husband when we were on a business trip. His family has dealings in Wiltspoon, so I learned a lot during our time there.
The York family is the powerhouse in Wiltspoon. They’re at the very top—both in wealth and influence. The York Corporation is to Wiltspoon’s business world what your Ormond family is to ours, only even more dominant.”
Rosie’s explanation had the room hanging on her every word. She painted a vivid picture of the York family, giving everyone a clear sense of their prestige.
“They’re not just wealthy, though,” Rosie continued. “The Yorks have this incredible family tradition. The men are famously loyal. Once they’re married, they’re committed for life—no cheating, no drama, just pure dedication to their marriage and family. Honestly, that’s what makes them so desirable. Sure, the money is attractive, but it’s their character that has women dreaming about marrying into their family.
“Who wouldn’t want a husband who’s loyal and handsome? And trust me, Elora, these men are all exceptional—smart, accomplished, and ridiculously good-looking. What I didn’t expect was to find the sixth young master of the York family here, working as your chef.”
Rosie paused, her curiosity clearly piqued. “There are nine young masters in the York family’s current generation. The one people talk about the most is Zachary, the eldest. He’s the head of the family and Tatum’s full brother—they share the same mother.
“But Tatum’s a bit of a mystery. Even back in Wiltspoon, you don’t hear much about him because he keeps such a low profile. What I do know is that he’s been passionate about cooking since he was a kid. He absolutely loves it. So, I think I understand now why he’s here working for you—it’s not just a job; it’s his way of pursuing his passion for cooking.”
Rosie tilted her head and smiled teasingly. “Elora, you’re so picky about food, always pointing out flaws in his cooking. But honestly, that’s probably what drew him here. He’s the type to welcome feedback, to take criticism and use it to refine his craft. He didn’t come here for the paycheck; he came here to grow.”
After a pause, Rosie added with a grin, “By the way, before you hired him as your private chef, didn’t you do a background check on him?”
Elora’s cheeks flushed slightly. She looked down for a moment before replying, “I did. Twice, actually. All I found out was that he’s a young entrepreneur with a successful career and a natural love for cooking. That’s why I’ve always treated him with respect—he’s clearly a talented and driven person.
“To be honest, I admired him even before I knew about his family background. The fact that someone so accomplished would humble himself and work as a chef just to improve his skills? That kind of dedication is rare and worthy of respect.
“But here’s the thing—I didn’t find anything that linked him to the York family. The hotels and restaurants under his name didn’t seem connected to the York Corporation at all. It just didn’t add up.”
Rosie chuckled knowingly. “That’s not surprising. The York brothers don’t just sit around managing the family business. Each of them starts their own ventures, and not all of them are tied to the York Corporation.
“And think about it,” Rosie added with a sly smile. “When you were looking into Tatum, it’s very likely the York family noticed. If they knew he was here to study cooking, they probably covered for him. The Yorks have the resources to make sure you didn’t discover who he really was. After all, he’s not just any businessman—he’s the sixth young master of one of the wealthiest families in the world.”
Married At First Sight Chapter 3914
Chapter 3914
“The York family and the Bucham family share a very close bond,” Rosie added, her tone carrying a touch of admiration. “The Buchams are renowned for their incredibly powerful information network. If you tried to investigate Tatum, it wouldn’t take long for them to figure it out.”
Elora fell silent, her expression thoughtful.
The rest of the Ormond family exchanged glances, their surprise palpable. Who would’ve thought their chef—a seemingly ordinary cook—was actually the Sixth Young Master of the York family?
“The Sixth Young Master of the York family came to our home just to work as a chef?” one of the elders finally murmured, still processing the revelation.
“And the York elders allowed it?” another chimed in, incredulous.
Rosie smiled knowingly. “The York family elders are famously open-minded. That’s the kind of environment where extraordinary people thrive. They don’t impose unnecessary restrictions, and it shows. Look at Tatum—his skills, his demeanor, his humility. It’s no wonder he turned out to be so exceptional. He’s a product of both his family’s strong values and their freedom to grow.”
Meanwhile, Tatum’s little fans—Angelo and Alonzo—had no interest in the adults’ musings. Angelo tugged on Elora’s sleeve, his voice impatient. “Sister, where’s Brother Tatum? Can we start eating now?”
Alonzo nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we’re hungry. It’s cold outside, and hot pot is perfect for this weather.”
Elora chuckled at their innocence and ruffled their hair. “You two only care about food, huh? Don’t worry, everything’s ready. The meat and vegetables are cooked. Go ahead and dig in.”
She picked up her chopsticks and served the boys some meat, shrimp, and vegetables, setting the tone for everyone else to start eating.
As the Ormond family gathered around the steaming hot pot, Rosie reached for the public chopsticks, selecting a bit of food to taste. She chewed thoughtfully and then glanced at Elora. “Is there extra soup? This broth is incredible—I’d love a bowl.”
Elora gestured to a nearby servant. “Bring Rosie a bowl of soup from the kitchen,” she instructed.
The mood around the table shifted quickly. While the Ormonds were initially shocked by Tatum’s true identity, the allure of the delicious meal soon took precedence. Whatever questions lingered about the York family’s young master faded into the background, at least for the moment.
Tatum had come to them willingly, not under any pretense or pressure. If he chose to set aside his status and work as a chef, the Ormonds decided to respect that. In their home, he wasn’t the Sixth Young Master York—he was simply Tatum, their talented and dedicated chef.
Once everyone had eaten their fill and lingered around the table, Elora decided it was time for a private conversation. She sent a servant to fetch Tatum, requesting his company for a walk.
A few minutes later, the two strolled through the snowy courtyard. The servants had cleared the main path, but the snow still clung to the sides, forming thick, pristine banks. As they walked, the silence between them was peaceful, broken only by the soft crunch of snow beneath their boots.
It was Tatum who spoke first, his voice gentle. “Miss, I didn’t mean to keep anything from you. I just didn’t think it was necessary to bring it up. Whenever you asked about my family, I answered honestly.”
Elora glanced at him, her expression calm but curious. “I’m not accusing you of hiding anything. Honestly, even if you had told me upfront that you were the Sixth Young Master of the York family, it wouldn’t have changed my decision. As long as you were serious about the job and your cooking skills met my standards, I would’ve still hired you. Your family name doesn’t intimidate me.”
She paused, a small smile forming. “But I have to admit, I didn’t expect someone with such a prominent background to apply for a position like this. I already respected you for your accomplishments—running hotels and restaurants is no small feat. But knowing the full story now? I admire you even more.”
Tatum smiled, a touch of humility in his expression. “I appreciate that, but my family background is just luck. Being born into the York family? That’s something I owe to my ancestors. What I really value is building something with my own hands. That’s where true satisfaction comes from.
“Taking over the family business is expected, but it’s not the same as proving yourself on your own terms. For me, cooking has always been a passion. I’m here because I want to push myself, to improve, to grow. That’s what matters to me.”
Elora listened carefully, her respect for Tatum deepening with every word. “That’s admirable,” she said softly. “Not everyone has the courage to step out of their comfort zone and chase what they truly love. You’re not just strong—you’re inspiring.”
Their footsteps slowed as they admired the snow-covered landscape, the conversation leaving Elora with a newfound appreciation for the man who had quietly stepped into her world.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3915
Chapter 3915
Elora smiled warmly and said, “If someone takes over the family business without real talent or the ability to handle the weight of responsibility, they’re bound to be judged. Sure, they might try to prove themselves, but it’s not the same. Founding a legacy and sustaining wealth across generations are two very different things.
With family backing you, no matter how much you achieve, people will say it’s all because of that support. If you fail, they’ll call you a spoiled heir, a waste, and claim that wealth can’t last three generations. That’s why only those with true ability can carry the family business forward.”
Tatum fell silent for a moment before nodding. “Miss, you’re absolutely right. My eldest brother is incredibly capable. While the rest of us can take on responsibility, none of us are as solid and steady as he is. He’s the anchor in our family. With him leading, we have the freedom to pursue what we want without worrying about the bigger picture. He makes it possible.”
Elora couldn’t help but reflect on her own situation.
She was the eldest sister, the one carrying the weight of the family. Because of her, her younger sisters could pursue their dreams freely, without being tied to the family business as she was.
“You’re lucky,” Elora said sincerely.
Deep down, she wished someone could share her burden, giving her the freedom to live her life the way she wanted.
Tatum smiled gently. “What about you?”
He tilted his head, looking at her with curiosity.
Elora met his gaze briefly before quickly looking away. But Tatum kept his eyes on her.
He liked looking at her. Even though she seemed cold on the surface, he knew that it was a persona she had built to command respect. After all, she was managing so many people at the company. Deep down, he suspected her true nature wasn’t as icy.
Still, her beauty was undeniable.
Grandma never made poor choices when selecting people for the family. Elora wasn’t just from a good family or highly competent—she was stunning.
Grandma always said that a good daughter-in-law would bring not only a strong next generation in terms of values but also in looks. The York men were famously handsome, and that was no coincidence. The women Grandma had chosen for their fathers and uncles were all remarkable, too. Beautiful parents made for beautiful children—it was almost a family tradition.
Elora sighed softly. “As for me, am I happy? I suppose I am. But the burden I carry is so heavy that, at times, I feel like it’s too much. I wasn’t born strong. Life forced me to be this way. Taking over the company wasn’t my choice—it was a necessity.”
She paused, her expression softening slightly.
“But if you’re asking if I’m unhappy, I wouldn’t say that either. My family is incredibly supportive. You’ve seen how harmonious we are. My uncle and aunt treat me like their own daughter. My sisters respect me as the eldest, and even Angelo and Alonzo, who are spoiled by everyone else, know better than to challenge my authority.
“When I’m at home, I can completely relax and enjoy the warmth of my family. So yes, in a way, I am happy.”
Tatum’s tone softened. “You’re the eldest sister, and right now, with Alonzo still so young, you have no choice but to carry the weight. But one day, when he’s older, you’ll be able to step back and rest. When that time comes, I’ll be by your side, traveling the world with you. And I’ll make sure you’re never hungry on those adventures.”
He added the last part with a playful smile, hoping to ease any suspicion.
Elora couldn’t help but laugh faintly. “Alonzo just turned seven this year. He’s got at least eleven more years before he’s even an adult. After that, he’ll have to go to college, then spend a few years gaining experience and refining his skills. It’ll be at least twenty years before he’s ready to take over the family business.”
She let out a quiet sigh. The idea of retiring felt like a distant, almost impossible dream. She knew her path wouldn’t change anytime soon.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3916
Chapter 3916
By the time Alonzo is ready to take over the Ormond family business, Elora will be nearly fifty. If she marries and has children within the next two years, she could pass the family business to Alonzo and her own venture to her children within a few years.
Only then could she truly consider retiring.
Elora turned to Tatum. “Tatum, you must’ve known I sent people to Wiltspoon to investigate you, right? I couldn’t find out that you’re the sixth young master of the York family. Was that intentional? Did you not want me to know?”
Tatum replied honestly, “No, I didn’t know at first. My eldest brother told me. He said you investigated me—twice, actually. But you didn’t connect me to the York Corporation because my brother covered for me.
“He knew I came here to improve my cooking skills. If you had known I was the young master of Wiltspoon’s wealthiest family, you probably wouldn’t have hired me as your private chef. Without that opportunity, I wouldn’t have gotten your feedback, and my cooking wouldn’t have improved as much. Tell me, Miss—do you think my cooking has gotten better since I first started?”
Elora nodded slightly. His cooking had indeed improved. She hadn’t gotten tired of his dishes, even after all this time.
Tatum pressed, “If you’d known I was the sixth young master of the York family, would you have still hired me as your chef?”
Elora hesitated. “…Probably not.”
Tatum chuckled. “See? That’s why my brother covered for me. I didn’t intentionally hide it, but you also never asked me anything specific about my background. Back in Wiltspoon, I kept a low profile. When I came here, I couldn’t exactly go around announcing that I’m the young master of the richest family in Wiltspoon.”
Elora was silent for a moment before speaking softly. “You’re the most passionate person about cooking I’ve ever met. You’ve already achieved so much, and your family background is extraordinary. You don’t need to work for fame or fortune, yet you push yourself so hard.”
She admired Tatum’s dedication. For someone with his status to humble himself, travel so far, and work as a chef in her household spoke volumes about his love for cooking.
Tatum stopped walking and looked at her intently. His gaze was so deep and serious that it caught her off guard.
“What if I told you,” he said suddenly, “that the real reason I came to Province X was to find a wife? Would you believe me?”
Elora blinked, startled.
“You’re looking for a wife? Here?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Everyone loves a bit of gossip, and Elora was no exception. The idea that Tatum, the sixth young master of the York family, had traveled such a distance to find a wife intrigued her. Who could this mysterious woman be? What kind of charm did she have to captivate a man like him?
Tatum smiled. “My grandmother is a mischievous old woman. My eldest brother manages the company so well that she has little to worry about. Even though she’s still strong and sharp, she doesn’t have much to occupy her mind, so she channels her energy into matchmaking for us grandchildren.”
Elora laughed. “She’s doing it out of love. Honestly, I think all elders are like that. Once their children reach marriageable age and show no progress, they can’t help but worry.
“Even though I’m running the family business, my mother constantly frets over my marriage. She wants me to keep managing the business but also insists I marry a good man. And, of course, she doesn’t want me to marry far away—she’s afraid I wouldn’t be able to juggle my family responsibilities if I lived too far.
“She always says that girls have a shorter window to ‘bloom’ compared to boys. According to her, if I don’t find a partner while I’m young, it’ll only get harder. Before 25, I had the freedom to choose who I liked, but after 25, she says the tables turn, and it’s about who chooses me. I’ll be 27 next year… Who’s going to choose me now? There aren’t many young men I’m even interested in.”
Married At First Sight Chapter 3917
Chapter 3917
Elora was well aware of the many young talents in Annenburg. Yet, none of them had ever made her feel safe or genuinely moved. Most of these men approached her with ulterior motives, drawn not by who she was but by the vast wealth and power of the Ormond family. They knew Alonzo was still young and that she was the one running the family empire. Winning her over meant securing control of the Ormond fortune, slowly chipping away at her family’s legacy.
This constant awareness had made her cautious, even fearful, of love.
“I can’t afford to fall in love,” Elora admitted, her voice steady but heavy with emotion. “I’m terrified of being used or manipulated. Even when I admire someone, I suppress the thought. My family is too much of a target—fat meat, as they say, in the eyes of those who only care about power and wealth. People will do anything for money and influence, and I can’t risk bringing disaster to the Ormond family.”
She remained wary even of the young masters of powerful families. As for men who had risen from humble beginnings, the so-called “Phoenix men,” she wouldn’t even consider them.
Tatum walked beside her, nodding in understanding. “I get it. My grandma is the same way. She’s always looking out for us. Every one of my brothers’ wives was chosen by her, so our parents don’t even worry about these things.”
As Tatum moved forward, Elora fell in step with him. The two of them walking side by side—a handsome man and a stunning woman—looked like something out of a romantic tale. They seemed like they belonged together, though neither would dare voice such a thought.
“I heard from Rosie that your grandmother is a remarkable woman,” Elora said, her tone lightening as she glanced at him. “She’s the cornerstone of your family, right? It must be a relief for your parents to have her handling things like your marriages.”
Elora’s thoughts drifted to her own grandparents. “My grandparents were the same way. They adored me because I was their first grandchild. Even though I was a girl, they treated me like the pride of the family. If they were still alive, they would’ve already planned out my marriage. Honestly, it’s a blessing to have someone like your grandmother taking care of you. You should cherish that.”
Tatum smiled warmly. “Oh, we all do. My brothers and I trust Grandma completely. She has a great eye for these things. Once she picks someone for us, we focus all our energy on winning her approval. So far, her choices have always been spot-on.”
Elora raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Wait… does that mean the wife your grandmother picked for you is here? In Province X?”
Tatum nodded with a small grin. “Yep. She’s here in Province X. But for now, I’m still your chef. When you finally fire me, I’ll officially start courting her. Of course, if you keep me around and let me keep earning this generous salary, I’ll be in an even better position to win her over. At least she’ll see I’m not just some idle, spoiled rich kid. I can balance working hard and chasing my future wife. If she falls for me, that’s game over—I’ll have her heart.”
Elora couldn’t hide her curiosity any longer. “Province X is a long way from Wiltspoon. It’s not like you can just drive over. How in the world did your grandmother find her? Which city is she in? Who are her parents?”
Tatum chuckled. “Honestly? I have no idea how my grandma does it. She’s always flying around, even at her age. None of us can keep up with her. My eldest brother is the only one who can rein her in. When he’s paying attention, she’ll stay put in Wiltspoon for a while. But the second he gets busy, she’s off jetting to God knows where.
“Right now, most of us older grandkids are taken care of. I’m the sixth, so my turn has come and gone. The youngest boys, from the seventh to the ninth, are still too young for her to worry about. But she’s already busy enough planning wedding after wedding. My eldest brother’s wife is even pregnant now, and Grandma absolutely dotes on her. I think they’ll be staying put in Wiltspoon for the next year at least.”
Elora looked at him intently. “So, who’s this fiancée of yours? You’ve got to give me something. What’s she like?”
Tatum gave her a sly smile. “You’ll find out soon enough. When I finally win her heart, I’ll introduce her to you. For now, just know this: I’m more than happy with the person my grandma picked. She’s perfect for me. My grandma’s instincts are as sharp as ever—she’d never pick anyone who wasn’t an excellent match.”
Married At First Sight Chapter 3918
Chapter 3918
Tatum shared stories about his brothers’ love lives, giving Elora a deeper glimpse into the York family.
Elora listened intently, her smile growing as the anecdotes unfolded. “No wonder Rosie was so surprised when she found out your true identity. Her attitude towards you changed completely. Your family has such strong traditions, and it sounds like every member of the York family is impressive.”
As Tatum spoke, Elora’s mind wandered to Tinsley. She remembered her younger sister’s admiration for Tatum and decided to test the waters. “Tatum,” she began, her tone carefully casual, “your grandmother chose a fiancée for you. Does that mean you’ll definitely marry her? What if someone better comes along? Someone who not only surpasses your fiancée but also truly admires you—would you be tempted to change your mind?”
Tatum instantly saw through her question. He knew she was speaking on Tinsley’s behalf.
He also understood Tinsley’s admiration for him, though he was confident it was just admiration and nothing more. Tinsley’s perspective was different from Elora’s, but he suspected she must’ve confided her feelings to her older sister. Elora, burdened with responsibilities, clearly wasn’t considering marriage anytime soon.
Tatum responded firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “No, Miss. Even though I haven’t succeeded in pursuing my fiancée yet, I’ve already accepted her as my future wife. She’s the one for me, and that won’t change. In the York family, we take marriage seriously. Divorce is out of the question unless there’s betrayal—but that won’t happen. My grandmother has a sharp eye, and the women she chooses for us are exceptional, with strong values and integrity.
“When I marry, I will be loyal to my wife and my family. I will love only her for the rest of my life. No matter how great someone else may be, that’s their story—not mine.”
His conviction reminded him of Evan’s missteps. Tatum had no intention of following that path. Instead, he’d rather focus on his cooking and his future wife.
Elora sighed, a tinge of regret in her voice. “I see.”
She knew she would have to speak to Tinsley soon. Tatum was already committed in his heart, and Tinsley needed to let go. Elora had spent enough time with him to know that he was a man who followed through on his words. Tatum’s destiny simply wasn’t intertwined with Tinsley’s.
As they continued their walk through the garden, chatting casually, they eventually realized they’d made a full circle. Elora turned to him with a soft smile.
“Tatum, I feel much better now. I don’t feel so full anymore. You don’t need to keep me company—go get some rest.”
Tatum nodded politely. “Miss, if you get hungry later and want a midnight snack, just call me.”
“Alright.”
Elora watched as he walked away, his presence disappearing into the distance before she returned to the house.
Inside, the family was still gathered, hanging on Rosie’s every word about the York family. Rosie had only spent two weeks in Wiltspoon, but even her limited knowledge was enough to captivate the Ormonds.
The revelation of Tatum’s identity left them stunned. None of them had imagined that their private chef was the young master of a family worth billions. Unlike other chefs they’d hired in the past, Tatum wasn’t there for fame or profit. He was there purely out of his passion for cooking, willing to set aside his lofty status to pursue what he loved.
When Elora entered, Alonzo immediately ran to her, his eyes wide with concern.
“Sister, what’s going on with Brother Tatum?”
At their young age, Alonzo and Angelo hadn’t fully grasped the weight of what they’d overheard. Their biggest worry was whether Tatum would still be cooking for them.
“Sister,” Alonzo pleaded, tugging at her sleeve, “is Brother Tatum going to stay? Will he keep cooking for us? I don’t want him to leave! I love his food. Please, don’t fire him!”
Angelo joined in, his expression equally desperate. The two boys clung to Elora, their voices filled with urgency.
“Please, Sister! Don’t let him go. We won’t find another chef like him—his food is the best!”
Elora couldn’t help but smile at their innocence. She placed a reassuring hand on each of their shoulders.
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Not only were Alonzo and Angelo worried about Tatum leaving, but even Mrs. Ormond and the others shared their concerns.
The idea of Tatum no longer being their chef felt unsettling. His cooking had become a staple in their lives, spoiling them with dishes so delicious that they couldn’t imagine adjusting to another chef’s meals.
But Tinsley’s thoughts went deeper. Her eldest sister had always admired strength, and Tatum was a force to be reckoned with—not just in the kitchen, but also in business. He was no ordinary chef; he was the young master of a multi-billionaire family. To Tinsley, he seemed like a perfect match for her sister.
Would her eldest sister be tempted? Could she already feel the difference Tatum brought into her life?
“Eldest sister, did you drive Brother Tatum away? Why didn’t he come back with you?” Alonzo asked, his voice tinged with worry as he bombarded her with questions.
His concerns were obvious—he was afraid Elora had pushed Tatum out. Tatum wasn’t just a great cook; he was also fun to be around.
The younger brothers adored Tatum. To them, he wasn’t just a chef—he was someone who played with them, made them laugh, and even knew martial arts. They dreamed of learning from him.
“It’s cold outside. I told Tatum to go home and rest,” Elora said, exasperated, as she lightly poked their foreheads.
“How long has Tatum been working for us? It’s only been two months, and yet here you are, acting like he’s irreplaceable. Are you that scared he’s going to leave?”
“Sister, I like Tatum! He’s amazing. Please don’t chase him away, okay?” Alonzo pleaded earnestly.
“When did I ever say I’d chase him away?” Elora teased, pinching his cheek with a smile. She led her brothers back to the sofa, where they all sat down together.
“I really just told him to rest. He’s a chef—once we’re full and satisfied, his job is done for the day. It’s perfectly normal for him to go home after work.”
Her explanation finally seemed to ease their worries.
But Alonzo wasn’t done. “Sister, Sister Rosie told me that Brother Tatum is the young master of the York family. Their family is just like ours. Now that you know who he really is, will you still keep him as our private chef?”
Elora thought for a moment before replying calmly, “As long as I don’t get tired of his cooking and he doesn’t resign, he’ll remain my private chef. You’ll still get to enjoy his food.”
“Really?” Alonzo’s face lit up with excitement. He turned to Angelo, clapping his hands as they both cheered. “That’s great! Brother Tatum isn’t leaving!”
Elora addressed the room. “Tatum is the sixth young master of the York family from Wiltspoon. He came here to work as a chef by choice, and he knows exactly what he’s doing. This is his decision.
In terms of salary and benefits, I’ve treated him fairly. He gets to do something he enjoys while continuing to refine his cooking skills. So, nothing is going to change—he’ll stay as long as he wants, or until I decide I’ve had enough of his food.”
Her gaze shifted to Tinsley as she continued, “Tatum did mention something else. He came to Province X, first to Annenburg, to work as a chef, but he has another goal. His fiancée is from Province X. He’s here to find her and build their relationship.
So realistically, he’ll probably only stay with us for about half a year. His grandmother gave him a one-year deadline.”
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Elora began recounting the story of how the York family matriarch handpicked fiancées for her grandsons and gave each of them a year to win over their chosen partners.
The revelation immediately sparked curiosity among everyone present.
“Who is Tatum’s fiancée?” they wondered aloud.
But Tatum remained tight-lipped, offering no clues. No matter how much they speculated, there was little they could do without his confirmation.
Elora’s gaze shifted toward Tinsley again, her expression thoughtful.
Tinsley caught the look and instantly knew what her sister was implying.
“I don’t have feelings for Tatum,” Tinsley said quickly, trying to dismiss the thought. “I admire him, yes—but that’s all. Why do you keep looking at me like that?”
Tatum’s fiancée couldn’t possibly be her. If it were, Tatum would treat her differently, wouldn’t he?
Still, the mystery gnawed at her. Who is Tatum’s fiancée?
How had the York family matriarch managed to find someone for Tatum all the way in Province X?
Tatum had joined their household as a chef, but clearly, his real mission was to find his fiancée. What city in Province X was she from? Could she be from Annenburg?
And if she was from Annenburg, which family did she belong to? There were plenty of wealthy daughters in their city, but how many could truly compare to her and Elora?
The thought struck Tinsley like lightning. Could it be that Tatum’s fiancée—the one handpicked by Grandma York—was Elora, her older sister?
“Tinsley, I need to talk to you about some business,” Elora suddenly said, pulling Tinsley out of her spiraling thoughts.
Tinsley followed Elora to the study on the second floor, where her sister poured her a glass of warm water before sitting down with her.
“Eldest sister.”
“Tinsley.”
They spoke at the same time, then paused, sharing a small laugh.
“You go first,” Tinsley said.
Elora reached out, holding Tinsley’s hand. Her expression softened, and she gently stroked Tinsley’s face with her other hand. “Our Tinsley is so wonderful,” she said warmly.
Tinsley sighed. “Sister, just say what you want to say.”
Elora nodded. “I asked Tatum if he was bound to the fiancée his grandmother chose for him. He said yes. He hasn’t started pursuing her yet, but in his mind, she’s already his fiancée and will undoubtedly become his wife someday.
“The York family values loyalty in marriage. Tatum said that once he’s married, it will be for life. They don’t believe in changing their hearts or divorcing unless the wife cheats. That’s the only exception.”
Her voice grew even gentler as she continued, “Tinsley, I know you admire Tatum. Even if you’ve never admitted it, admiration is often the first step toward liking someone. And honestly, what’s not to like? He’s accomplished, gentle, and undeniably handsome.
“But since he already has a fiancée, there’s no need for you to think about him like that. When the time is right, I’ll help you find someone just as good—if not better. You don’t need to compete with anyone for a man, Tinsley.”
Tinsley blinked, momentarily stunned by her sister’s words. Then she chuckled softly.
“Sister, you never listen to me,” she said, smiling. “I’ve told you over and over—I don’t have any romantic feelings for Tatum. Whether or not he has a fiancée is none of my concern. I’m not angry, I’m not sad, and I’ve never once thought about competing for him.”
She grinned, adding, “And you’re absolutely right. We don’t need to compete for men. If we wanted to, all we’d have to do is wave our hands, and we’d have truckloads of suitors lined up for us to choose from.”
Elora studied her younger sister’s face, searching for any sign of hidden feelings. But Tinsley’s casual confidence was genuine, and Elora finally relaxed.
“Well,” Elora said with a small sigh of relief, “I guess it’s a good thing Tatum hasn’t been here that long. Otherwise, things might have gotten… complicated.”
Tinsley raised an eyebrow. “Sister, I told you—I don’t have feelings for him.”
But Elora didn’t seem to hear her, brushing aside her words entirely. Tinsley just shook her head, amused by her sister’s stubbornness.