Chapter 582

The sharp, childlike voice of a boy stifled his hand. “Mommy? Daddy? Dinner? Dinner!” Innocent little Felix skipped into the interior of his home from the garden.

Damon breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put his spoon—and the little ball of mashed potatoes—down on his plate. He leaped to his feet and quickly dashed toward the boy, hoping to draw Jeanette’s attention. “I haven’t been at home these days, Fe. Have you missed me?” he said, smiling, before pecking on his son’s chubby cheeks.

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