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

their conversation. She bit her lip

water. When she emerged and saw no reply from Gabriel, she poured herself a glass of wine. Curled up on the couch, clutching her unicorn plushie, she alternated between sipping her drink and

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

before heading

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

Sylvia fetched the

arms around him from behind, her hands deftly unbuttoning his shirt

and enveloped her in

eyes, lost in

smile asked, “Didn’t you invite me

her look innocent but her lips painted seductive, tiptoed to nip at his jaw, “Thought you weren’t coming, so

the reserve,

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

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