Chapter 4203

Chapter 4203
Elora paused for a moment before replying, “It’s fine. I just pushed myself.”
Tatum clearly didn’t want to discuss it further, and pressing him wouldn’t help. If he had something to say, he would share it without her prompting.
However, the less he disclosed, the more intrigued she became. She couldn’t help but wonder who his fiancée was.
They hadn’t even met, yet he was already protective of her.
This made Elora feel both envious and jealous.
For the first time in her life, she experienced jealousy.
It wasn’t overwhelming, but it was present nonetheless.
“Miss, that’s not forcing yourself; it’s just curiosity. Everyone gets curious. There’s nothing unusual about that,” Tatum said gently. “Honestly, anyone who hears that my grandmother chose our fiancées in advance would want to know who they are. You don’t need to feel embarrassed. Before Grandma showed us the photos, we had no idea she had started searching years ago. She doesn’t care about distance—only character.”
The third sister-in-law had married far from home, and while the fourth sister-in-law hadn’t yet married, she too would be moving away.
Tatum was uncertain about his fifth brother, Elian, but he was always traveling for business.
He assumed Elian was pursuing his future wife, which meant she likely wasn’t from Wiltspoon either.
Only their eldest and second sisters-in-law hailed from Wiltspoon.
Reflecting on his own situation, Tatum realized that among all his brothers, he and Elora were the most distant.
Unless the seventh or eighth brother married a foreigner, he would be the one moving the farthest for marriage.
Perhaps he was destined to leave.
To marry Elora.
He understood her role and responsibilities within the Ormond family. If he wished to be with her, he would need to make sacrifices.
“Marry a virtuous woman,” he said.

He murmured softly. Then he repeated, “Yes, marry a virtuous woman.” When Elora looked at Tatum again, the spark of affection in her eyes had vanished; she buried it deep in her heart.

“Tatum,” she asked hesitantly, “you haven’t even met the fiancée your grandmother chose for you. Are you really going to marry her? What if you two don’t get along?” After all, it was Old Madam York who made the choice, not Tatum himself. The woman was unaware of any of this; it was all arranged solely by his grandmother.

“I trust Grandma’s judgment. She picked a good wife for me. I won’t claim she’s the best woman in the world, but I believe she’s the right one for me.”

“So yes, I will definitely marry the woman Grandma chose. If she doesn’t like me, I’ll take my time, treat her well, and win her over. I believe that in a year, she’ll change her mind about me.” Tatum’s intense gaze fixed on Elora, his voice warm and steady, yet it sent a chill through her.

“I said I would pursue her and show her my sincerity. I believe she will fall in love with me. With a foundation of emotions, marriage will happen naturally.” After a brief pause, he continued, “If she doesn’t want to get married or can’t, then she should still marry me. She can come live in my home. I have many brothers, and my elders wouldn’t object.”

As long as he was happy, his parents would accept it; his family was open-minded. He had integrated well into the Ormond family. Whether it was the elders or his colleagues, everyone got along with him. No one disliked him. If he truly became a son-in-law in the Ormond family, he was confident he could build a good life there.