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

kept vigil by

her worn out and she

locks cascading over her shoulders were

pushed the door open,

up together and been a couple once; Alexis’

seeing her now, he was

reluctant

stirred, eyeing

it was a dream, shaking his

he

Leonel’s heart softened.

a container of food and

realized it wasn’t

down beside him and glanced at

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