At the Fulton residence, Winter finally ate her fill, leaning back lazily, hands folded over her belly.Thank goodness for the loose clothes today, she thought; otherwise, the fullness of her belly would've given her away.But she had to admit it—Ezekiel's cooking was unreal. This felt less like a home-cooked meal and more like something served in a palace. Apparently, some men really could do everything."Win, you're probably gaining three pounds after this meal," Elijah teased, propping his chin in his hand.Winter blushed, embarrassed. "It's Mr. Fulton's cooking—it tasted so good, I just couldn't help myself."Alistair's face lit up as he grabbed her hand. "Winter, do you like my dad's cooking?"Without thinking, she said, "Yes, I do."Alistair bounced with excitement and shouted, "Dad! Winter says she likes you!"Winter's cheeks flushed instantly."Alistair, you sure know how to summarize. And keep it down. I'm not deaf," Ezekiel murmured, blocking his ears with his finger
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