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Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Sweet as Sugar
Moana

The children all began to cheer once Edrick agreed to stay longer so that we could make cookies. I lifted my gaze from Clara to see the Alpha billionaire standing in front of me, but he wasn’t looking at me; he was looking at the children.

We all made our way down to the kitchen. I lingered at the back of the group, still in utter shock as I tried to wrap my head around Edrick’s sudden change in demeanor. Had the tour of the orphanage and seeing how disadvantaged children lived given him a bit of compassion?

Once we were in the kitchen, I put on an apron and started to get out the ingredients to make the cookies while the children watched hungrily, licking their lips in anticipation for the sweet taste of sugar in their mouths.

“Do you like to bake, Mr. Morgan?” Clara asked, standing on her tiptoes as she gripped the edge of the counter to see.

“No,” Edrick replied, avoiding eye contact with the little girl. “I don’t.”

“Not even cookies?”

“No, not even cookies,” Edrick said. Then, in a slightly lower voice: “I’ve never baked anything.”

The children erupted into gasps, causing me to stifle a laugh. “Here,” I said, grabbing an extra apron and tossing it to Edrick. “I’ll teach you.” Edrick caught the apron and gave me a puzzled look while the children exploded with a chorus of giggles.

“I think I’d just mess it up,” he replied. “You can do it.”

arms across my chest. “There will be no cookies if Mr. Morgan doesn’t help,” I said, to which all of the children

he said; it almost seemed as though he was holding back a smile. He shrugged off his suit jacket and put the apron on, coming over to me. Without thinking, I reached

kiss!” Now, the group’s cries of protest became even louder as some of

hot. Next, I showed Edrick which ingredients to pour into the bowl, and

into this

enough cookie dough for an entire army. Sophia took half of the children as a group, helping them to roll

— she seemed to have taken

as he rolled a ball of dough

have a

“I do,” Edrick replied.

on rolling a wa d of cookie dough into a misshapen ball between her tiny hands, then slapped it down on the tray with an unprecedented amount of force for such a small girl. Then, she turned toward Edrick and looked up at him inquisitively. “How come you never bake with your mom? If I had a mom, I’d probably bake with her all the

mouth to speak, but the

across the room, “That’s

her shoulders and dug into the bowl of cookie dough

eyes. “My dad doesn’t always think that boys should do the same things that girls do,” he said. “So, I grew up thinking that if I

things. I grew up not only baking and doing traditionally feminine things, but I also had all of the opportunities

his mouth, suddenly spoke up. “That’s dumb,” he said, his voice garbled through the

I shouted, running after the little boy. “Don’t

the children erupted into laughter again. When I looked up, I saw that Edrick

…

were happily stuffing their chocolate-covered faces. Sophia led Edrick and I to the door; we hadn’t realized it, but we

doorway. “Your donation means the world to us. We’ve really been struggling lately — the government isn’t so generous with their money when it comes to

reached out and squeezed Sophia’s arm. Edrick fell silent and appeared to be

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