Love at First Novel by Gu Lingfei
Chapter 3908

Married At First Sight Chapter 3908

Could the mysterious, handsome man seen near Elora possibly be her private chef?

Rosie considered the idea but decided against asking Elora directly. She didn't want to risk upsetting her friend again. Their friendship was precious to Rosie, especially since it hadn't been easy to form such a bond with someone as reserved as Elora.

Rosie silently vowed to focus on supporting her friend's happiness in the future and to stop meddling in her personal life on behalf of others. Elora, only 27, wasn't in any rush to marry, and Rosie reminded herself that it wasn't her place to worry. After all, many accomplished women remained single well into their thirties and forties, prioritizing their goals and independence.

Later, during their call, Elora extended an invitation. "I'm having hot pot at home tonight. If you're free, come join the fun. But let me warn you-no matchmaking schemes. If you try, you're officially uninvited."

Rosie laughed. "Don't worry. I'm done with that. Besides, you're only 27 after the New Year. You've got plenty of time. You're still young." Rosie had married early, but she understood Elora's life was different. Unlike Rosie, Elora carried the weight of her family's legacy. Rosie remembered an old classmate who once offered to marry into the Ormond family as a stay-at-home son-in-law. While his intentions seemed sincere, his skills and ambition fell short of what Elora needed.

Becoming part of the Ormond family required more than just good intentions. Without the ability to share Elora's burdens, he would only add to them. Rosie now understood why Elora had never entertained his advances he simply wasn't the right match for her.

Reflecting on her recent behavior, Rosie felt embarrassed. She had let someone's passionate confession sway her into meddling, nearly jeopardizing her friendship with Elora.

After the call ended, Elora leaned back and rubbed her temples. "If we hadn't been friends for so long, I'd have cut her off entirely."

Tinsley, her younger sister, chimed in. "Rosie has a soft heart. She's easily moved by grand gestures, but she doesn't mean any harm." "If she did," Elora replied, "she wouldn't still be my friend."

Tinsley grinned. "Exactly. My sister's too sharp to be fooled by anyone."

Elora smiled faintly before shifting the topic. "Go fetch those two little ones. Tell them it's time to head inside. We've been out here enjoying the snow long enough. It's freezing. Let's get back to the house, crawl under some blankets, and take a nap. Nothing beats that cozy holiday feeling." Before the holiday started, everyone had joked about sleeping in for three days straight.

But now that the break was here, they were all waking up earlier than ever.

“It's funny,” Elora mused, "when you have to work, getting up early feels impossible. But give us a day off, and we're up before sunrise, full of energy."

Nearby, the two youngest siblings, Alonzo and his little playmate, were laughing and running around in the snow, their cheeks red from the cold. Their third sister, Sevyn, watched them with a mix of envy and amusement. "Look at them, having the time of their lives. Makes me jealous. Maybe we should give them more homework-they've got too much free time."

Violeta, the fourth sister, laughed. "If you assign them homework, they'll cry their eyes out! Let them enjoy the winter break. Alonzo's only in first grade. There's no need to pressure them. They'll study when it's time to study, and they'll play when it's time to play."

Then, with a playful smirk, Violeta added, "And if you're so jealous, Sevyn, why don't we join in? Who says we can't have fun too? Let's see if we can outplay the little ones!" The sisters burst into laughter.

But Sevyn wasn't kidding. She jumped up, grinning at Violeta. “Come on, let's have a snowball fight. Let's see who's the better shot.”

"Bring it on!" Violeta shouted, following her out of the pavilion.

The air filled with laughter as they dove headfirst into the playful chaos, their competitive spirits lighting up the snowy afternoon.