“May I Eat What You Didn’t Finish?” My Son Asks the Cold Duke—Unaware He’s His Father

Chapter 2

The kitchen buzzed with whispers when Rowan returned. Mrs. Vale took one look at her face and scattered the maids like startled hens.

“Into the pantry with the boy,” she ordered quietly. “Let him eat before he faints from heroism.”

“I was not heroic,” Sam protested. “I was practical.”

Mrs. Vale’s stern mouth twitched. “Then be practical in the pantry, young man.”