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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.”

to which all of the children began to protest loudly, some even going so far as to push Edrick toward me with their tiny hands, begging him to

a smile. He shrugged off his suit jacket and put the apron on, coming over to me. Without thinking, I reached out and rolled his sleeves up for him. Our eyes caught

the older kids shouted. “They’re gonna kiss!” Now, the group’s cries of protest became even louder as some of the boys even went

head as I felt my face get hot. Next, I

of flour into this bowl,”

half of the children as a group, helping them to roll the dough into

taken a liking to

asked as he rolled a ball of dough between his

have

“I do,” Edrick replied.

of cookie dough into a misshapen ball between her tiny hands, then slapped it down on the tray with an unprecedented

mouth to speak, but the words

across the room, “That’s an awfully personal

Morgan.” Clara drooped her shoulders and dug into the bowl

Clara’s level and looked at her with unexpected honesty in his 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 tried to ask to do things like bake with my mom,

baking and doing traditionally feminine things, but I also had all of the opportunities in the world to try traditionally masculine hobbies. I couldn’t imagine not

stuffing raw cookie dough in his mouth, suddenly spoke up. “That’s dumb,” he said, his voice garbled through the cookie dough. “Baking is

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

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

…

I to the door; we hadn’t realized it, but

so generous with their money when

Sophia’s arm. Edrick fell silent and appeared to be thinking, his brow furrowed almost

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