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

kept vigil by

had her worn out and

cascading over her shoulders were

door

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

seeing her now,

reluctant to disturb her

stirred, eyeing

it was a dream, shaking his

he called out,

Leonel’s heart softened.

a container of food and gently

more alert now, realized it wasn’t a dream

beside him and glanced at

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