The butler took a drag on his cigarette, pondering his next move.

Cradling Ollie, Evelyn gazed up at him.

“Dad makes the best leek dumplings,” she murmured.

The butler’s wheels started turning at her words.

Daniel was Leonel’s kid and part of the Fowler family’s care.

As the father, Leonel owed the little boy something.

Making those dumplings should be his job!

The butler wasted no time, dialing Leonel’s number.

It was way past bedtime, nearing ten.

dumplings, dozed off,

vigil by his

her worn out and she nodded

cascading over her shoulders were a

door open, he was

grown up together and been a couple once; Alexis’

seeing her now, he

reluctant to disturb

stirred, eyeing Leonel

was a dream,

he

Leonel’s heart softened.

with a container of food and

Daniel, slightly more alert now, realized it wasn’t a dream and therefore felt a bit

him and glanced at

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