Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, four months had passed, and Elva had started babbling.

In the evening, Waylen picked up his two children and returned home.

The moment Alexis got out of the car, she sprinted toward the villa, eager to see her sister.

Leonel, on the other hand, was more composed and followed Alexis into the villa.

Waylen closed the car door.

Though he hadn't quit smoking entirely, he usually refrained from it at home. He leaned against the car and lit a cigarette, taking his time to finish it.

Afterward, he walked into the villa, removed his coat, and asked the servant, “Is Rena upstairs?"

The servant, with a subtle smile, replied, "Yes. Alexis, Marcus, and Leonel are also upstairs. It's quite Lively up there."

Waylen proceeded upstairs.

At the door of the new baby's room, Leonel and Marcus stood like guards outside, their faces flushed.

Waylen chuckled.

“What's going on? You two look like guards."

Marcus, sweetly, explained, “Elva is having her milk. Alexis won't let us in."

Amused by Marcus' words, Waylen gently patted his head and said to Leonel, "Take him downstairs for some snacks. From now on, you don't have to be at Alexis' beck and call all the time."

With a blush, Leonel led Marcus away.

Waylen then turned and knocked on the door.

"Mrs. Fowler, may I come in?"

After a moment, Alexis opened the door.

She stood at the doorway, her tender face raised, her brown curly hair giving her an air of arrogance.