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.

Assuming the role of the elder brother, Leonel advised, “Marcus, don't be too aloof with the one you fancy. Girls are sensitive; there's no harm in indulging them a bit."

Marcus could only snort in response.

Alexis, meanwhile, seemed to wish she could banish Leonel to the oven, irked by his knack for provoking Marcus.

She shot Leonel a glare.

Leonel, unfazed, raised his glass. “Let's enjoy our meal," he proposed.

Dinner was an uneasy affair for Marcus, though Evelyn seemed blissfully happy.

She even tried to share her lamb chop with Ollie under the table.

But the dog, sensing something amiss, scurried away, tail between his legs.

Leonel chuckled. "What a coward!"

Marcus shot Leonel a glance, sensing the jibe was aimed at him, but held his tongue, his mood still soured.

After dinner, Marcus spent some time playing with Evelyn.

She was absorbed in her building blocks on the carpet, and Marcus watched her, his mind seemingly elsewhere.

When Alexis entered the living room, Marcus looked up.

Noticing the glass of water and medicine in her hand, he realized it was time for Evelyn's medication and bedtime routine. Standing, he announced, "I should be going then."

Alexis halted Marcus. "Let me walk you out."