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 off, out like

vigil by

her worn out and

locks cascading over her shoulders were a sight

Leonel pushed the door open, he

and been a couple once; Alexis’

her now, he was still

reluctant to disturb her

Daniel stirred,

thought it was a dream, shaking his

softly, he called

Leonel’s heart softened.

of food and gently touched Daniel’s

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

down beside him and glanced at

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