Chapter 4211

Married At First Sight Chapter 4211
Chapter 4211
Tatum responded, “Both young masters wake up early, especially Angelo—he’s always up before Alonzo. It’s tough for him to get out of bed so early on such a cold day.”
Sometimes, he just wanted to stay wrapped up in his warm blankets, reluctant to rise.
Annenburg remained frigid even after the New Year, while Wiltspoon’s daytime temperatures reached the mid-70s, dropping to the low 50s at night.
Two provinces, two completely different climates.
Wiltspoon’s weather was a dream compared to the bitter cold here.
Elora smiled. “Angelo’s afraid of being late. Do you really think he’d skip breakfast? Don’t hesitate to serve him—he’s a little foodie.”
There was always plenty of food for the little ones in the house.
In fact, anything good was set aside for them.
They had quite the appetite.
Alonzo was a bit picky, but Angelo wasn’t deterred by anything. If there were no vegetables, he’d happily devour two bowls of white rice with just soy sauce.
Fortunately, both boys were active, constantly running around. They ate a lot but never gained too much weight.
If they ever did, Elora would step in and reduce their portions—better to prevent kids from becoming too chubby.
Tatum chuckled. “I know he loves eating here, so I always ensure there’s a portion set aside for him. He’s not picky at all—this makes my job easier when it comes to breakfast.”
Still, he made sure both boys received the same meal to avoid any favoritism.
Tatum had a talent for turning simple breakfasts into fun, visually appealing designs.
Kids adored anything shaped like cartoons or animals, and the two little brothers were no exception.
Just then, a voice called out.
“Big sister! Big sister!”
Tinsley’s voice echoed through the house.
A moment later, she entered.

“Tinsley, shouldn’t you already be at work?” Elora asked, having overslept after indulging a bit too much at a social event the previous night. Despite her late start, which was only eight in the morning, she usually would have been at the office by now. Tinsley should have been there too.

“I saw Timothy loitering near the villa entrance, and it irritated me, so I turned back,” Tinsley muttered as she plopped down at the dining table. Turning to Tatum, she asked, “Do you have any pastries today? Bring me some. I could use something sweet to lift my spirits.”

Though she had already eaten breakfast, she had spotted Timothy outside the villa gates on her way out. As usual, he was being ostentatious—surrounded by bodyguards, multiple luxury cars parked behind him, and carrying a massive bouquet of red roses. It was all a performance, an attempt to chase after her.

Tinsley was seriously tempted to have someone throw a sack over Timothy tonight, give him a good beating, and ensure he remained bedridden for a few days. Perhaps then he would finally leave her alone. She had ignored his messages and declined his calls, yet Timothy persisted. His so-called love was merely a façade for his true intentions.

Tatum chuckled. “Of course, Miss. Give me a moment.” He quickly disappeared into the kitchen and returned shortly with a plate of pastries. These had originally been meant for the two young masters, but they hadn’t finished them all. Tinsley immediately noticed that the treats were shaped like little animals—clearly made for the boys. She didn’t mind; anything Tatum made was delicious, regardless of its appearance.

Taking a bite, she praised him, “Tatum, your pastry skills have really improved. I remember when you first started here, you mentioned that baking wasn’t your strong suit. It was decent back then, but compared to now? These are delightful!”

are on an entirely different level.”