Waylen was speechless.

He looked to Rena for support.

"Why don't you join me and discipline these children properly?”

Rena, sipping her tea, retorted, “When they were young and needed guidance, you insisted on independence! Now they're adults- what can I do?"

Waylen felt as if he'd hit a dead end. He cautioned Leonel, “Don't bring any children into this."

Leonel, with a faint smile, knew Alexis' fiery nature all too well.

If he truly intended to have a child with her, she might strangle him in his sleep!

That night, it wasn't Mark and his wife who were restless, but Waylen, lost in his thoughts and worries.

Late at night, after a refreshing shower and slipping into her pajamas, Alexis stepped out onto the balcony to enjoy the cool night air.

Her thoughts lingered on Edwin and the Smith family issue.

Despite her penchant for teasing Edwin, his happiness mattered to her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a flicker of light.

It was Leonel, clad only in a thinning black silk robe despite the chill, standing on the adjacent balcony. He was holding a can of ice cold beer, his gaze fixed on her.

He offered her a sip.

Alexis declined playfully, “I can't handle it like you. That would keep me awake all night. Did your time abroad change you that much?"

Leonel leaned casually against the railing, his demeanor more relaxed than usual, a contrast to his recent tension.

He chuckled.

"You've gotten to know quite well about what I've changed into, haven't you?"

Alexis stretched her arms, unbothered.

Leonel watched her intently, a deep look in his eyes.