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.

waiting for dumplings, dozed

vigil by his

had her worn out and she nodded

over her shoulders were a sight to

door open,

couple once; Alexis’

now, he

reluctant

Daniel stirred, eyeing

was a dream,

softly, he called

Leonel’s heart softened.

container of food and

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

sat down beside him

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