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.

for dumplings, dozed

vigil by

worn out and she nodded

cascading over her shoulders were a sight to

Leonel pushed the door

couple once; Alexis’ face was

her now, he

watched her, reluctant to disturb

stirred, eyeing

was a dream, shaking his

softly, he called

Leonel’s heart softened.

over with a container of food and gently touched

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

him

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