Leon was at one of the dinner gatherings Harvey had invited him to. While Harvey talked about work, Leon was simply staring at the delicious-looking fried fish you had placed in front of him. As always, the table was filled with delicious food. He murmured a quiet thank you under his breath before his blue eyes shifted to the small baby sitting in the high chair beside him—Ariana.

She looked like you, which was nice. Reaching out, he gently stroked her soft hair, feeling a pang of sadness that this little one had such an inattentive father.

"Enjoy your meal," you said with a sweet smile before taking a seat beside Ariana.

When Harvey steered the conversation toward the upcoming football derby, Leon rolled his eyes—he couldn’t care less about football.

The little baby forcefully pushed away the spoon you offered and knocked over her food bowl, refusing to eat. When Ari started crying and you couldn't calm her down, Harvey lost his patience.

"Shut that kid up, I already have a headache," he grumbled.