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 off,

kept vigil by his

had her worn out and she

locks cascading over her

the door open, he was

up together and been a couple

seeing her now, he was still

reluctant

then, Daniel stirred, eyeing Leonel

thought it was a dream, shaking his

softly, he called out,

Leonel’s heart softened.

of food

slightly more alert now, realized it

beside him and glanced at

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