He prepared a cup of warm milk for her and wrapped her in a wool blanket. Alexis, leaning on his shoulder, sipped the milk just like she did as a child.

Waylen's concern was evident as he asked, “Did Leonel give you trouble? I can handle him if he did.”

Alexis, tears still Lingering in her eyes, managed a laugh.

“I can take care of it myself!"

Waylen affectionately stroked her hair, and half-jokingly said, “I bet that kid wouldn't dare fight back either."

Holding her milk, Alexis seemed lost in thought.

Waylen sighed softly, a hint of insight in his voice.

“You still have feelings for him, don't you?"

Alexis didn't respond, simply finding solace in her father's presence.

After a while, Waylen, trying to lighten the mood, pinched her cheek playfully.

"How about I find him a wife and move them out of the villa? That way, you won't be bothered by him anymore."

Even though she knew he was joking, Alexis couldn't help but smile and agree.

Then, leaning against her father a bit more, she found comfort in his embrace.

Waylen patted her gently.

“Finish your milk and go sleep with your mom. She was worried when she heard the noise earlier."

Alexis nodded in agreement.

After a moment, Waylen cleared his throat slightly, adding a piece of fatherly advice.

“And remember, no matter what happens, don't bring a child into this if you're not planning to stay together. What would we do with the child?"

Alexis, ever the resilient one, quickly regained her composure.

“Didn't you always think I was impractical? Having a baby would be just the thing to make you a grandfather," she teased Waylen.