Chapter 4155

Married At First Sight Chapter 4155
Chapter 4155
Elora smiled. “Every time you talk about your family, I feel restless, as if I need to see it for myself.” She felt too embarrassed to admit the thought that had crossed her mind more than once: I’m even starting to imagine being part of your family. Tatum had always been kind to her. Tinsley often teased her, saying that whenever Tatum looked at her, there was a spark in his eyes—that he was here for her. In a sense, he was. But realistically, it was due to his cooking. Elora had high standards and desired a private chef. That was why Tatum had come. Ultimately, he was there for his craft. Still, there were moments when she caught him looking at her with an intensity that made her wonder… Is he feeling something for me? Yet, she always dismissed those thoughts. The reality was simple: Their relationship resembled that of a chef and his patron. Tatum was good to her because she was his boss. She had a refined palate and could critique his dishes, helping him hone his skills. He was a man who lived for cooking. Beyond that, he didn’t seem to have any other significant passions. After months of working together, all she truly knew about him was his dedication to the culinary arts. There was one more thing—Tatum came from a wealthy family, had been well-educated since childhood, and carried himself with grace and discipline. He treated everyone with kindness, rarely lost his temper, and was the epitome of sophistication. If not for the considerable distance between their families, Tatum would have been the ideal husband in Elora’s eyes. What a shame. She sighed internally. The York family lived in Wiltspoon, over 2,000 kilometers away from her home. Even by plane, it was a long journey. After landing, there was…

It was still a one-to-two-hour car ride to the York estate. That distance felt too great. Her responsibilities weighed heavily on her. Her parents were aging, and her younger brother was still very young. Marrying so far away was not an option; she could not abandon everything she had worked tirelessly for—especially the family business. For years, she had fought to strengthen, stabilize, and expand the Ormond family empire. If she left, even if her younger sisters took over, there would be chaos, and that was something she could not allow. Unless… unless Tatum was willing to come to her instead. But that seemed unrealistic. The Yorks were an elite family, and Tatum—the sixth young master—was the younger brother of the family’s head. Why would he ever leave all of that behind? Elora felt a pang in her heart but pushed it down.

“Miss, my family will always welcome you,” Tatum said, placing another dish on her plate. “Now, eat up before the food gets cold. It won’t taste as good if it’s not fresh.” The office was warm, but without it, the meal would have gone cold long ago. The New Year had passed, yet Annenburg was still in the grip of winter. Tatum had overheard colleagues mention that another snowfall was expected soon—a late spring chill. Even in Wiltspoon, the cold air swept in after the New Year, making things frigid for a while.

“Okay.” Elora shook off her wandering thoughts and focused on her meal. After dinner, Tatum cleared the dishes and took them to the bathroom to wash. He advised her to rest, wait half an hour before eating fruit, and let her mind relax before the evening’s business meetings. Elora walked to the window, gazing out at the world below. From the top floor of her office building, she had a perfect view of the bustling Annenburg skyline.

It had been a while since she had paused to truly appreciate it. Her days blended into a haze of early mornings and late nights, filled with constant meetings, endless paperwork, and ongoing business negotiations. There was never enough time.