Chapter 4199

Married At First Sight Chapter 4199

Chapter 4199

Elora’s bodyguard called out to her but did not dare to touch her, so she remained asleep.

Tatum gently patted her face and called her name again. Moments later, she awoke.

As her eyes fluttered open, she found herself gazing at Tatum’s handsome face. For a brief instant, she felt disoriented—was she dreaming?

Dreaming about Tatum?

Did this mean she was attracted to him? After all, why else would she dream about him?

This was the first time she had ever dreamed about a man.

Elora instinctively reached out to touch Tatum’s face, but as soon as she lifted her hand, she realized this was not a dream.

Tatum was real.

They were close enough for her to catch the faint scent of his cologne.

He had just taken a shower.

Elora quietly lowered her hand, hoping he hadn’t noticed her earlier movement. The last thing she wanted was for him to misinterpret her intentions.

“Miss,” Tatum said, his voice warm and smooth, making her want to close her eyes and drift back to sleep.

She felt at ease with him nearby. Safe.

But that thought was fleeting.

“Tatum, why are you in my car?” she asked, sitting up straight.

Tatum stepped out of the car and waited for her to follow. “Your car broke down, and you didn’t get out, so I came downstairs to check on you. You had fallen asleep. Your bodyguard informed the third lady, and she’s on her way to help you back inside.”

Elora brushed aside the concern. “I had a social event tonight and drank a little. I got sleepy. Tell Sevyn not to bother coming out—it’s cold. I can make it to my room on my own.”

Just as she finished speaking, a thick coat was draped over her shoulders. Tatum had taken it off and placed it around her.

It was warm.

Elora…

He froze for a moment.
“You just woke up. You might catch a cold,” Tatum said matter-of-factly.
He wasn’t just skilled in cooking—he was considerate, too.
Elora looked at him, her gaze lingering.
Was he worried she would return his coat?
Rather than refuse, she simply murmured a quiet thank you, wrapped the coat tightly around her, and headed toward the main house.

“Big sister?”
Sevyn had arrived.
Seeing Elora exit the car with Tatum closely behind her, the coat draped over her shoulders, Sevyn immediately recognized it.
Tatum had been her sister’s private chef for a few months now, so he had plenty of clothes to rotate.
Still, something about this moment felt different.
If she had left the house just a bit later, her sister would probably have called to tell her not to come at all.
At that moment, Sevyn felt like an unintentional third wheel.

“Elora, I was just telling Tatum you didn’t need to come,” Sevyn explained, adjusting the coat on her shoulders. “I dozed off in the car. They couldn’t wake me up, so they called you.”
Tatum added, “She’s awake now. It’s late, Third Miss. Go back inside and get some rest.”
Sevyn smiled knowingly. “Alright, I’ll leave then. Big sister, you should rest early too. Drinking can make you feel worse later—ask Tatum to make you some sobering soup.”
She turned to Tatum. “Take care of my sister. Make sure she gets to her room before you leave.”
Tatum nodded. “Don’t worry, Third Miss. I’ll take good care of her.”
Sevyn didn’t linger.
Elora understood the subtle implication behind her sister’s words but chose to ignore it.