Chapter 4285

Married at First Sight – Chapter 4285
Chapter 4285

After breakfast, Elora glanced at Tatum and asked, “Hey, Tatum, mind giving me a ride to the office?”

Tatum froze for a moment, caught off guard. He hadn’t expected Elora to ask him for a lift.

“No problem at all,” he replied, quickly recovering. “I’ll drop you off and head back to prep lunch ingredients.”

Truthfully, he was thrilled. Elora had a personal driver, so the chance to take her himself was rare.

She gave him a brief nod, then turned to her younger brothers. “Alright, you two, finish up and get to school. Don’t be late.”

The boys exchanged a look before glancing at their sister and Tatum. Something felt different between them, but they couldn’t quite figure out what. Whatever—it was grown-up business. They shrugged it off and went back to eating.

Ten minutes later, Tatum was behind the wheel, pulling out with Elora beside him. Two bodyguard vehicles followed closely behind.

Back at the house, Elora’s regular driver stood watching as the three cars disappeared down the road, a flicker of unease crossing his face. Was Tatum taking his job?

That guy’s a cook, he thought bitterly. Since when does he get to play chauffeur for the young lady? That’s my job.

“You alright?”

The butler strolled over, noticing the driver standing motionless.

“Miss Elora’s headed to work. Why are you still here?”

He scanned the parking lot—Elora’s usual car was missing, and the bodyguard vehicles were gone too.

The driver’s shoulders slumped as he muttered, “I might be out of a job soon.”

The butler frowned. “Out of a job? What, you planning to quit? You’re doing great—why would you walk away? Is the pay too low, or is it something else? Spill it. If I can fix it, I will. No need to jump ship.”

“It’s not that I want to quit,” the driver said, his voice heavy. “It’s Tatum. He’s edging me out. He’s supposed to be a cook, right? But now he’s driving the young lady to work every day. If he’s doing my job, what’s left for me? I’m basically unemployed already. She even asked him to pick her up later too.”

The butler paused, then let out a soft chuckle. “You’re overthinking this. Miss Elora’s not replacing you. If she were, she’d give me a heads-up so I could start looking for a new driver before cutting you loose. She hasn’t said a word, so relax. You’ve been driving her for years—she trusts you. She’s not firing you without a damn good reason.”

He leaned in, lowering his voice. “Look, her asking Tatum to drive? That’s just young love at work.”

The driver’s eyes widened.

The butler grinned. “You’re with her every day—don’t tell me you haven’t noticed? Her vibe with Tatum is different.”

“I mean, yeah, I’ve seen she acts differently around him,” the driver whispered back. “But I didn’t want to assume anything. You think the family would be okay with her and Tatum?”

“Why wouldn’t they?” the butler said with a shrug. “Tatum’s the sixth son of the Yorks in Wiltspoon—big money, big name. He’s a solid match. Besides, her parents don’t control her love life. She does.”

The driver mulled that over, then nodded. Made sense.

“So quit stressing about your job,” the butler added. “She and Tatum are just caught up in the honeymoon phase. That’s why he’s driving her around.”

The driver’s frown faded into a relieved grin. “Alright, I’m good then. As long as she’s not replacing me, I’m staying put. I’ll ride this gig all the way to retirement.”

Miss Elora had set them all up with solid social security plans. Some of the long-timers—those with over a decade of service—were close to maxing out their benefits. Once they retired, their pensions would keep them comfortable. It was a sweet deal.