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.

mention of Vivian silenced Old

bit

sending Gabriel the message, Sylvia took a bath, soaking in the warm water. When she emerged and saw no reply from Gabriel, she poured herself a glass of wine. Curled up on

wine, she tossed her phone aside, intending to head to bed. But just then, the doorbell

before heading

the chilly night air.

the slippers he’d left last

change shoes, Sylvia wrapped her arms around him from behind, her

turned, shedding his coat, and enveloped her

her eyes, lost in the passionate

ki*s and with a teasing smile asked, “Didn’t you invite me for

bath-fresh face making her look innocent but her lips painted seductive, tiptoed to nip at his jaw, “Thought

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

the rich, lasting flavor that lingers,”

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