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

Alexis kept vigil

her worn out and she nodded

over her shoulders were

Leonel pushed the door open, he

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

now,

reluctant to disturb

then, Daniel stirred, eyeing

thought it was a dream, shaking his

he called out,

Leonel’s heart softened.

with a container of food and gently

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

down beside him and glanced at

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