Chapter 4209

Chapter 4209
In the past, the private chefs Elora hired were always respectful and eager to please her. However, Tatum was different—he genuinely cared for Elora.
Uncle Joly had experienced enough in life to notice that Elora treated Tatum uniquely, and it was evident that Tatum reciprocated those feelings.
Being young, it was only natural for sparks to fly between them.
Typically, Uncle Joly would have cautioned Tatum against pursuing the eldest daughter of the Ormond family. However, after discovering that Tatum was actually wealthy, he remained silent.
It was fortunate that he chose not to speak up.
Tatum returned to his room but instead of heading directly to the kitchen, he went upstairs.
He paused outside Elora’s door, hesitated for a moment, and then knocked gently.
There was no response.
Perhaps he hadn’t knocked loud enough.
Tatum knocked again, this time more firmly, and called out, “Miss, are you awake? It’s time for breakfast.”
Elora was known to be a workaholic, leaving for the office at the same time every morning without fail. Yet today, she had not risen. Tatum felt responsible for reminding her.
More importantly, he was concerned that she might be hungry.
After a moment, the door cracked open just enough for Elora to peek out, her body hidden behind it.
Tatum quickly guessed that her pajamas might be slightly sheer, which was why she wasn’t fully stepping into view.
“Miss, are you alright?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. “I want you to rest, but I was worried you might have something important today and didn’t want you to miss it.”
Elora had dark circles under her eyes, and her voice was hoarse from sleep. “I’m fine. Just a
headache, but nothing I can’t manage. I have an important meeting scheduled with two major
clients today. It’s all set. Tatum, thanks for waking me up. Could you please bring…

“Could you make me a cup of honey water and coffee? I’ll be downstairs in half an hour.” She needed some time to freshen up, as her mind still felt sluggish from sleep.

“Of course,” Tatum replied without hesitation. “I already prepared the honey water. I’ll head down now to get your breakfast and make your coffee.” He understood that trying to convince her to take the day off was pointless; Elora never allowed minor discomfort to slow her down. As the head of the family, she couldn’t afford to.

Since she rarely took care of herself, he felt it was his responsibility to ensure she ate well. She likely hadn’t slept soundly the night before. He planned to make her some soup later to soothe her nerves and nourish her brain, helping her rest better during lunch. With that thought, Tatum went downstairs.

Elora closed the door and returned to bed, lying down once more. The exhaustion weighed heavily on her. Sometimes, she wished she could simply ignore everything and sleep for three days straight. But then she thought of her aging parents, her younger brother who still needed guidance, and the fact that her entire family relied on her. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to sit up.

She was Elora Ormond, and a simple hangover wasn’t going to defeat her. Elora walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face twice, the shock helping to clear her mind. After washing up, she changed into her usual attire. Her wardrobe was filled with business suits, with only a few casual outfits tucked away for weekends—no dresses at all. Even for banquets, she always wore suits, and she could hardly recall the last time she had donned a dress.