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.

dozed off, out like

kept vigil

out

cascading over her

the door open,

together and been a couple once; Alexis’ face was etched in

now, he

watched her, reluctant to

then, Daniel stirred,

it was a dream, shaking his

he called

Leonel’s heart softened.

container of food and gently

moment, Daniel, slightly more alert now, realized it

beside him and glanced at

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