Jennifer was pulled into the house by Belle.
The living room was empty. Elora was upstairs in her study, handling work matters. She hadn’t gone to the company today, choosing instead to work from home while her secretary sent documents directly to her computer.
Tatum was in the kitchen, personally preparing dinner.
Tonight, he had guests—his most beloved niece was visiting—and he was making an especially lavish meal. He handled most of the cooking himself, with the butler only assisting by washing the vegetables.
Belle guided Jennifer to the sofa. “Sister Jennifer, sit here for a bit. I’ll go see if Uncle Tatum needs help.”
“I’ll go with you,” Jennifer said. “I take care of the young master’s meals every day. I’m confident my cooking isn’t bad.”
She stood up, ready to follow Belle into the kitchen.