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

newly bought outfit, overheard their conversation. She bit her lip thoughtfully and, with a flicker in her

from Gabriel, she poured herself a glass of wine. Curled up on

tossed her phone aside, intending to head

before heading to

air. Clad in just a champagne silk nightie, she shivered and quickly stepped back,

Sylvia fetched the slippers

around him from

and

closed her eyes, lost in

asked, “Didn’t you invite me for tea? Why are you drinking

bath-fresh face making her look innocent but her lips painted seductive, tiptoed

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

for the occasional buzz, but tea… that’s the rich, lasting flavor

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