Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 3911

 
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Chapter 3911 
Tatum stirred awake after barely an hour of sleep. He had a task ahead: preparing the ingredients for the hot pot his fiancée had requested. The soup base, as always, was the cornerstone of the meal. 
If it had been Elora’s family indulging in hot pot, his workload would’ve been lighter. All he’d need to do was prepare the soup base while others handled the rest. Of course, he could always do it himself if he chose to, but it wasn’t necessary. 
As Tatum busied himself in the kitchen, a lively, feminine voice rang out from the living room. The voice, cheerful and teasing, directed a question at Elora. 
“Elora, where’s your handsome chef? Is it okay if I take a peek? I even left my husband at home so he wouldn’t get jealous.” 
Tatum paused mid-chop. 
Great, he thought. Being good-looking is just another hassle. People treat me like a zoo exhibit. 
He rolled his eyes. It wasn’t as if he was the most attractive among his brothers. That title belonged to his eldest brother, who was not only better-looking but also more charismatic. If people obsessed over him now, how would they react if they ever saw him? Would they lose their minds entirely? In response to the teasing, Elora laughed. “Don’t be too eager, Rosie. You’ll scare him. He’s busy in the kitchen, you know. Are you here for him or for me? Because I’m starting to feel neglected!” 
The mystery voice belonged to Rosie, one of Elora’s close friends. 
Though Tatum had never met Rosie in person, her reputation preceded her. Elora occasionally talked about Rosie’s obsession with good looks, joking that it was a good thing Rosie got married early. Otherwise, she’d be falling in love with every attractive man she crossed paths with. Rosie’s antics included secretly following handsome strangers just to snap a few photos before walking away, satisfied. 
Rosie’s playful laughter filled the room as she tried to soothe Elora’s mock indignation. 
However, to Tatum’s relief, she didn’t barge into the kitchen to gawk at him. 
It was moments like these that made Tatum realize that women, when gathered together, talked about men the same way men discussed women. Opposites attract, after all. 
The lighthearted laughter from the living room reminded Tatum of home—Wildridge Manor. Around this time, the manor would be bustling with energy, brimming with joy as his family gathered for the holidays. These were the moments his grandmother loved most, surrounded by the lively chatter and laughter of children and grandchildren. 
The annual holidays were special. Everyone set aside their busy schedules to relax and focus on spending time with the elders. Tatum knew the elderly cherished companionship. His father’s generation was fortunate, with couples to share their lives. But his grandmother had no one—his grandfather was long gone. Without their visits, she’d have only loneliness to keep her company. 
Once Tatum finished preparing the ingredients and the soup base, his work in the kitchen was done. 
A little while later, he finally met Rosie. She was nothing like Elora—bright, bubbly, and almost too vivacious. Tatum couldn’t fathom how someone so different had become Elora’s friend. 
Probably because Rosie latched onto her and refused to let go, he thought. Elora probably didn’t have the heart to push her away. 
To his surprise, Rosie was much more polite in person. After a few cordial questions, her tone suddenly shifted when she learned Tatum was from Wiltspoon. 
“The York family,” she began curiously, her eyes sparkling. “You know, the wealthiest family in Wiltspoon—are you connected to them in any way?” 
Tatum’s dark eyes flickered for a moment. He hadn’t expected her to bring this up. Even Elora, who had discreetly investigated him twice, hadn’t made the connection. 
After a brief pause, Tatum gave a soft, measured response. “Yes, they’re my family.”