Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 3914

Married At First Sight Chapter 3914 
Chapter 3914 
“The York family and the Bucham family share a very close bond,” Rosie added, her tone carrying a touch of admiration. “The Buchams are renowned for their incredibly powerful information network. If you tried to investigate Tatum, it wouldn’t take long for them to figure it out.” 
Elora fell silent, her expression thoughtful. 
The rest of the Ormond family exchanged glances, their surprise palpable. Who would’ve thought their chef—a seemingly ordinary cook—was actually the Sixth Young Master of the York family? 
“The Sixth Young Master of the York family came to our home just to work as a chef?” one of the elders finally murmured, still processing the revelation. 
“And the York elders allowed it?” another chimed in, incredulous. 
Rosie smiled knowingly. “The York family elders are famously open-minded. That’s the kind of environment where extraordinary people thrive. They don’t impose unnecessary restrictions, and it shows. Look at Tatum—his skills, his demeanor, his humility. It’s no wonder he turned out to be so exceptional. He’s a product of both his family’s strong values and their freedom to grow.” 
Meanwhile, Tatum’s little fans—Angelo and Alonzo—had no interest in the adults’ musings. Angelo tugged on Elora’s sleeve, his voice impatient. “Sister, where’s Brother Tatum? Can we start eating now?” 
Alonzo nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we’re hungry. It’s cold outside, and hot pot is perfect for this weather.” 
Elora chuckled at their innocence and ruffled their hair. “You two only care about food, huh? Don’t worry, everything’s ready. The meat and vegetables are cooked. Go ahead and dig in.” 
She picked up her chopsticks and served the boys some meat, shrimp, and vegetables, setting the tone for everyone else to start eating. 
As the Ormond family gathered around the steaming hot pot, Rosie reached for the public chopsticks, selecting a bit of food to taste. She chewed thoughtfully and then glanced at Elora. “Is there extra soup? This broth is incredible—I’d love a bowl.” 
Elora gestured to a nearby servant. “Bring Rosie a bowl of soup from the kitchen,” she instructed. 
The mood around the table shifted quickly. While the Ormonds were initially shocked by 
Tatum’s true identity, the allure of the delicious meal soon took precedence. Whatever questions lingered about the York family’s young master faded into the background, at least for the moment. 
Tatum had come to them willingly, not under any pretense or pressure. If he chose to set aside his status and work as a chef, the Ormonds decided to respect that. In their home, he wasn’t the Sixth Young Master York—he was simply Tatum, their talented and dedicated chef. 
Once everyone had eaten their fill and lingered around the table, Elora decided it was time for a private conversation. She sent a servant to fetch Tatum, requesting his company for a walk. 
A few minutes later, the two strolled through the snowy courtyard. The servants had cleared the main path, but the snow still clung to the sides, forming thick, pristine banks. As they walked, the silence between them was peaceful, broken only by the soft crunch of snow beneath their boots. 
It was Tatum who spoke first, his voice gentle. “Miss, I didn’t mean to keep anything from you. I just didn’t think it was necessary to bring it up. Whenever you asked about my family, I answered honestly.” 
Elora glanced at him, her expression calm but curious. “I’m not accusing you of hiding anything. Honestly, even if you had told me upfront that you were the Sixth Young Master of the York family, it wouldn’t have changed my decision. As long as you were serious about the job and your cooking skills met my standards, I would’ve still hired you. Your family name doesn’t intimidate me.” 
She paused, a small smile forming. “But I have to admit, I didn’t expect someone with such a prominent background to apply for a position like this. I already respected you for your accomplishments—running hotels and restaurants is no small feat. But knowing the full story now? I admire you even more.” 
Tatum smiled, a touch of humility in his expression. “I appreciate that, but my family background is just luck. Being born into the York family? That’s something I owe to my ancestors. What I really value is building something with my own hands. That’s where true satisfaction comes from. 
“Taking over the family business is expected, but it’s not the same as proving yourself on your own terms. For me, cooking has always been a passion. I’m here because I want to push myself, to improve, to grow. That’s what matters to me.” 
Elora listened carefully, her respect for Tatum deepening with every word. “That’s admirable,” she said softly. “Not everyone has the courage to step out of their comfort zone and chase what they truly love. You’re not just strong—you’re inspiring.” 
Their footsteps slowed as they admired the snow-covered landscape, the conversation leaving Elora with a newfound appreciation for the man who had quietly stepped into her world.