Old Mr. Quintin glared, his voice resounding through the living room, “You said at lunch you were the man of the house.”

Old Mr. Jarvis, puffing out his chest, retorted, “You really think I’m the king of the castle just because I wanted someone to play chess with?”

Old Mr. Quintin fell silent, a grunt his only reply.

Old Mr. Jarvis chuckled, “It’s not that. You know how stubborn Gab can be. Aren’t you worried about Evelyn getting the short end of the stick?”

“Not one bit. Marrying her into your family, I’d sleep like a baby.” Old Mr. Quintin snorted.

“Just got Nora back and you’re already looking to marry her off? What’s your angle?” Old Mr. Jarvis asked with a suspicious sneer.

Old Mr. Quintin quickly said, “I’m just setting things up for Nora. No rush on the wedding bells.”

“Don’t worry, my boy’s single and ready to mingle. Better have Vivian come back and get that paternity test done pronto.” Old Mr. Jarvis chimed in.

of Vivian silenced Old

overheard their conversation. She bit her lip thoughtfully and,

warm water. When she emerged and saw no reply from Gabriel, she poured herself a glass of wine. Curled up

she tossed her phone aside, intending to head to bed.

heading

aura that matched the chilly night air. Clad in just a champagne silk

the

him from behind, her

and enveloped her

lost in the

broke their ki*s and with a teasing smile asked, “Didn’t you invite me for tea? Why are

tiptoed to nip at his jaw, “Thought you

huh? Which was the reserve, tea or wine?” Gabriel

the occasional buzz, but tea… that’s the rich, lasting flavor that lingers,” Sylvia replied, gazing

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