Waylen looked like he wanted to playfully swat at her for the comment.

After finishing her milk, Alexis casually put down the cup, borrowed her dad's slippers, and went to sleep in his bed with his wife.

As for Waylen, he could handle going barefoot and finding himself a place for the night.

The next morning, Alexis rose early, partly to avoid encountering Leonel.

To her surprise, she found him already in the dining room, dressed impeccably as if to impress someone.

Undaunted, she sat across from him and silently signaled the servant to prepare breakfast. While waiting, Leonel remarked, “You didn't used to like Western-style breakfasts."

With a hint of defiance, Alexis retorted, “Well, not only do I enjoy Western-style now, I've also developed a taste for fast food."

She was not one to be outdone in a verbal exchange.

Leonel, opting not to escalate the banter, just observed her quietly.

Alexis, sipping her coffee, caught his gaze and challenged, "What're you looking at?"

Leonel, unfazed and with a slight smile, replied gently, "When will you stop being so headstrong? Sometimes you can actually be quite agreeable.”

Alexis, not in the mood for early morning flirtation, chose to ignore his comment.

As if brushing aside the tension of the previous night, Leonel casually brought up their previous conversation, "What about the legal team we discussed? What's your decision?"

"The Legal team?"

Alexis pondered for a moment before responding, “Send your people over to my firm, and I'll see to the arrangements."

Leonel responded with a slight nod.

The breakfast table was relatively quiet after that. Marcus soon joined them, adding an air of elegance to the setting. Waylen, observing his three grown children dining together, felt a mix of emotions.

In a half-joking, half-serious tone, Waylen queried, “Which one of you is going to give me a grandchild first? Rena is getting impatient!"

Marcus quipped back with a touch of humor, "I don't have a wife.

Should I magically produce a child all by myself?"