Leonel removed his oven gloves, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

“Marcus, come! I hope you enjoy the lamb chops tonight."

Marcus and Leonel weren't known for their camaraderie.

Seating Evelyn at the table, Marcus took his own seat, eyeing the sumptuous French cuisine. "Leonel, you've outdone yourself with the cooking. You never used to be so hands-on in the kitchen."

Leonel's smile was easy and natural. “Just a small gesture to please my wife," he replied.