Love at First Novel

Chapter 3782

Chapter 3782 Chapter 3782 Mr. Labbe, frustrated by Carrie’s lack of intelligence, couldn’t help but scold her over the phone once again. While Carrie endured Mr. Labbe’s harsh words, Tatum was busy bringing afternoon tea to Elora. She had a social event to attend that evening, so she wouldn’t be home for dinner. Knowing how picky Elora was—she typically only drank alcohol at these events—Tatum worried she’d get drunk if she drank on an empty stomach. Even though Elora had a high alcohol tolerance and no one would dare pressure her to drink, Tatum knew that even a little alcohol on an empty stomach could cause discomfort. To prevent that, he brought her a selection of freshly baked snacks, still warm from the oven. Alonzo and Angelo accompanied Tatum on this errand. After Tatum parked the car, he stepped out carrying the box of snacks. Alonzo and Angelo, seated in the back, unbuckled their seat belts, opened the doors, and got out of the car. Angelo didn’t close his door properly on the first try, so Tatum reminded him to shut it again. Alonzo turned back to help Angelo close the door securely. Once the car was locked, Tatum called for the brothers to follow him. “Brother Tatum, it’s so cold,” Angelo said, shivering. “I usually make snowmen and play in the snow at home, and I never feel cold. Why is it so freezing when we come to the company?” Alonzo asked, puzzled. Tatum chuckled. “When you’re playing, you’re moving around, running, and staying active. That keeps you warm. But when you’re standing still, like now, you feel the cold much more.” The brothers agreed. They said that compared to Wiltspoon, where Tatum came from, their current location was much colder. Wiltspoon sounded wonderful to them—not only was it milder in the winter, but the summers were filled with plenty of fresh fruits. While they might not have been exotic, the seasonal fruits were enough to excite these young food lovers.

Besides, Tatum’s stories of his cooking skills and the delicious dishes he could make only added to their longing to visit Wiltspoon. If Elora hadn’t opposed the idea, Alonzo and Angelo would have eagerly followed Tatum to Wiltspoon to savor his homemade meals. At home, although they occasionally got to enjoy Tatum’s cooking, he mostly prepared dishes to suit Elora’s tastes. Without Elora around, the brothers would have been able to request their favorite dishes from Tatum much more freely. “Eldest sister won’t take us to Wiltspoon,” Alonzo grumbled. Angelo suggested, “Brother, why don’t you try acting cute to convince her? If that doesn’t work, you could always throw a little tantrum—maybe then she’ll change her mind.” Tatum couldn’t help but laugh at Angelo’s idea. Alonzo scolded his brother, “Do you think I’m that foolish? I’m not doing that. If you want to roll on the ground, go ahead, but I won’t. Eldest sister would spank me until my little butt hurts! She’s not like other sisters. My parents might let me get away with things, but eldest sister is serious when she says she’ll spank me.” His parents only threatened to spank him; they never actually did. Sometimes they would just wave a clothes hanger for show. Alonzo was never truly afraid of his parents. But Elora was different. Even without a clothes hanger, just a stern look from her was enough to make Alonzo feel nervous and scared. He knew that if he ever wet his pants out of fear, Elora would punish him even harder. She expected him to be strong and capable of handling the responsibilities of the Ormond family, not timid and weak. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only