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, out

kept vigil by his

worn out and she nodded

locks cascading over her shoulders were

Leonel pushed the door open, he was

a couple once; Alexis’ face was etched in

seeing her now, he

reluctant to disturb

stirred,

was a dream, shaking

softly, he called out,

Leonel’s heart softened.

container of food and

that moment, Daniel, slightly more alert now, realized it wasn’t

beside him

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