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

Alexis kept vigil by

out and

over her shoulders were a

door open, he

up together and been a couple once; Alexis’ face was

her now, he was

her, reluctant to disturb her

stirred, eyeing

it was a dream, shaking his

he called

Leonel’s heart softened.

with a container of food and

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

down beside him and

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