The butler took a drag on his cigarette, pondering his next move.
Cradling Ollie, Evelyn gazed up at him.
âDad makes the best leek dumplings,â she murmured.
The butlerâs wheels started turning at her words.
Daniel was Leonelâs kid and part of the Fowler familyâs care.
As the father, Leonel owed the little boy something.
Making those dumplings should be his job!
The butler wasted no time, dialing Leonelâs number.
It was way past bedtime, nearing ten.
Daniel, waiting for dumplings, dozed off, out like a light.
Meanwhile, Alexis kept vigil by his side.
Pregnancy had her worn out and she nodded off.
Her brown locks cascading over her shoulders were a sight to behold.
When Leonel pushed the door open, he was spellbound.
Theyâd grown up together and been a couple once; Alexisâ face was etched in his memory.
Yet seeing her now, he was still awestruck.
He watched her, reluctant to disturb her slumber.
Just then, Daniel stirred, eyeing Leonel groggily.
He thought it was a dream, shaking his head.
Then, softly, he called out, âDad?â
Leonelâs heart softened.
He walked over with a container of food and gently touched Danielâs head.
At that moment, Daniel, slightly more alert now, realized it wasnât a dream and therefore felt a bit awkward.
Leonel sat down beside him and glanced at Alexis.
As he turned his head, he caught Danielâs gaze and felt a hint of embarrassment.
âDonât you want some dumplings? Can you sit up and eat on your own?â he asked.
Daniel nodded in response.
Leonelâs voice grew hoarse as he said, âIâll take your mom to the next room.
She shouldnât sleep here like this.
â
âBe gentle.
Mommyâs pregnant.
â Daniel couldnât help but interject softly.
Leonel, his eyes red and puffy, felt a tightness in his throat but kept his composure in front of his son.
âI know,â he murmured quietly.