A wave of warmth washed over Danielle as she looked at his more mature demeanor. “It’s okay, Raffy. You’re still young. I was never angry with you,” she reassured him. “I’m just glad you understand now. From now on, you should listen to Uncle Chapman and be a good kid.”
Harold, sitting beside them, watched the interaction with a look of relief. He turned to Danielle, his voice sincere. “You are a very kind person. Raffy is lucky to have met you.”
Danielle met his gaze and shook her head gently. “You’re the one who’s truly kind, Mr. Chapman. You were willing to adopt Raffy and give him a home. That’s a rare gift.”
Harold offered a small, knowing smile and didn’t argue. He picked up the menu again, ordering steak and pasta for the children, and then a mushroom soup for Danielle. “I heard you’re still recovering. A warm soup should be good for you.”
Danielle thanked him. She found him an enigma—at times a shrewd businessman with unfathomable depths, and at others, disarmingly gentle and approachable.
The rest of the dinner passed in a relaxed atmosphere, with Niki and Raffy chattering away about their adventures at school. Danielle and Harold chimed in occasionally, their conversation revolving entirely around the children.
Outside the window, the sky deepened into night. None of them noticed a figure flashing past the restaurant’s entrance.
Liam had just finished dinner with a client and was about to leave when he happened to spot Danielle’s group by the window. His eyes darted between Danielle and Harold, then to the two children interacting so closely. He paused, a flicker of surprise on his face. He discreetly pulled out his phone, snapped a photo of the four of them, and quickly sent it to Alexander with a message.
[Alex, look who it is. Danielle and Harold out with the kids. Looks like they’re about to start a new family.]



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