I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 183

Niamh glanced at the time on her phone.

"Mr. Bragg, look, it's almost seven," she said tentatively. "About your tortellini..."

Jareth met her gaze and immediately conceded. "Ms. Lynn, let's save the tortellini for another day. Sandwiches are just fine for this morning."

A smile touched Niamh's lips. For some reason, seeing the usually imperious Jareth back down was amusing. She couldn't understand what had caused such a sudden change in him.

"Ms. Lynn, do you need any help?" he asked a moment later.

Niamh narrowed her eyes, studying him. "Mr. Bragg, do you even know how to make these?"

"I can learn, can't I?" he replied dismissively.

"I think it's best if you don't waste the ingredients, Mr. Bragg," she said flatly. A rich young master like him couldn't possibly know how to make sandwiches.

"Ms. Lynn, are you looking down on me?" he asked, a hint of irritation in his voice.

"No, of course not! I wouldn't dare," she quickly explained. "I just think this kind of manual labor isn't suited for someone of your stature. Why don't you go wait in the living room?"

His constant staring was unnerving her; there was something strange about his gaze.

To her utter surprise, Jareth insisted on trying, and the sandwiches he folded were surprisingly well-formed.

"Well..."

"It's settled then," he declared. "Every Sunday, I cook."

Niamh had worked so hard raising the quadruplets all these years. Now that he knew they were his, it was only right for him to share the burden.

He shot her a look of admiration. He couldn't imagine how she had managed to raise four children all by herself in a remote corner of Portsmore City and do such a wonderful job. If he wasn't worried about her reaction, he would have taken her straight to the courthouse to get married right then and there. Just like in those romance novels—marry first, fall in love later. At least then, she and the children wouldn't have to live in such a cramped apartment.

After making the sandwiches, Niamh made a simple seaweed soup, then went to wake the children. When they came out and saw Jareth sitting in their living room, their faces were a picture of shock.