Chapter 4054

Married At First Sight Chapter 4054
Chapter 4054
Mr. Labbe sighed, “Your mother is going through menopause, and her temper has been unpredictable lately. She keeps meddling in my affairs. Fine, I’ll let go of the current one. Tell your mom she can handle it however she sees fit, but just don’t let her go as far as to kill anyone.”
Timothy raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Dad, really? Do you honestly believe Mom is that kind of person?”
Deep down, however, Timothy knew the reality. Whenever someone was eliminated, it always occurred with his father’s tacit approval. His mother merely executed his father’s wishes.
His sister often advised their mother against getting involved in their father’s dirty work, insisting it wasn’t her responsibility to clean up the messes from his so-called “love debts.” She believed their father should handle those issues himself.
Timothy found himself conflicted. At times, he sided with his father; other times, he thought his sister had a valid point. Perhaps because he was a son, he couldn’t fully relate to his mother the way his sister could. That was likely why their mother favored his sister more.
Even Mr. Labbe recognized this dynamic. He softened his tone and said, “You’re right. I misspoke. Your mother isn’t that kind of person.”
Changing the subject, Mr. Labbe continued, “Timothy, I’ll be leaving soon, but I’ll leave half the team here with you. If anything comes up that you can’t manage, contact me. I’m expecting good news.”
Timothy nodded without hesitation. “Understood, Dad.”
Mr. Labbe had already decided to fly to Wiltspoon that afternoon. After a quick two or three days there, he planned to return to Havenmill to handle business matters.
Yet, as he reflected on all the hard work he had invested in the Labbe family…

empire—and considering how much of the benefit wasn’t even his personally—he couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration. Meanwhile, Elora was focused on her work when Tatum entered her office. Not wanting to interrupt her, he quietly sat at the coffee table and began preparing tea for himself.

“It seems you’ve mastered the art of tea-making,” Elora remarked, breaking the silence. Tatum looked up and smiled. “I know a little,” he replied modestly. Elora walked over and settled onto the sofa. “You always say you ‘know a little,’ but let’s be honest—you know everything.” Tatum chuckled and poured her a cup of tea.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. “I can head to the cafeteria and cook something for you right now.” He had already prepared all the ingredients and brought them along; he just needed to use the company cafeteria to whip up a fresh meal for her. Cooking it on-site ensured the flavors remained vibrant and fresh.

Elora glanced at her watch. “Give me another half hour. I need a quick break—just ten minutes.” Tatum’s voice softened. “Would you like a massage? I can help you relax.” Elora’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “A massage too? Tatum, is there anything you can’t do?” He shrugged with a smile. “I know a little,” he repeated, the familiar phrase tinged with humility.

Elora sipped the tea he poured her and leaned back against the sofa. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got. Show me your massage skills.” Tatum stood and stepped behind her with a warm smile. “It’s my honor to serve you, Miss.” His hands moved with practiced precision, easing the tension from her shoulders and neck. Elora closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. “This feels amazing,” she murmured. “Tatum, you’re not just good—you’re on the level of a

“Professional masseur,” he remarked with a smile, but he remained silent, focusing intently on his work.

As the massage progressed, Tatum casually mentioned, “I encountered the acting head of the Labbe family earlier, Mr. Labbe from Havenmill. What’s he doing here?”

Elora kept her eyes closed, her tone cool. “I have no idea, and honestly, I don’t care. I didn’t let him in.”

She stretched her arms slightly, releasing a contented sigh before continuing. “He dropped off a New Year’s gift for the company and left it with the security guard. I instructed the captain to return it. If he doesn’t take it back, the guards can divide it among themselves. Either way, I won’t accept anything from him.”

Her voice grew colder as she added, “That man’s an old pervert. Whatever his intentions are, they’re not good.”