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 a

vigil by

out and

her shoulders were a sight to

door open, he was

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

now, he was still

watched her, reluctant to

Daniel stirred, eyeing Leonel

thought it was a dream, shaking his

he called

Leonel’s heart softened.

of

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

sat down beside him and glanced at

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