"Now you have a child of your own."

Leonel glanced down at himself and then back at Alexis. "Do you enjoy playing with the duckling toy?"

He then took her hand and allowed her to touch the duckling toy that was hidden beneath his shirt. His slow motion gave him a seductive appearance. And the toy quaked accordingly.

Alexis felt embarrassed.

He made the toys that children play with to mean something else.

She retracted her hand and lightly said, “My dad invited us over for dinner. Are you available now?"

Leonel removed the duckling toy from under his shirt.

He looked at Alexis and replied in a relaxed tone, “I'm free now.”

They reached the Fowler residence at seven in the evening but Waylen was nowhere to be found.

Rena was clueless about where he went.

She brewed a pot of fruit tea and remarked, "He left earlier this evening without mentioning where he was going. I tried calling him but he just said he was busy."

Rena asked with a hint of concern, “Alexis, do you think your father might be seeing someone else?"

Marcus was reading a magazine.

He reassured in a laid-back tone, “Mom, there's no need to worry.

Our dad wouldn't do such a thing, even if the world came to an end.”

He glanced at Alexis and added, “Apart from you, my sister is probably the only one who could get along with him. Fortunately, she doesn't feel that attached to him."

Alexis knocked Marcus on the head.

Unperturbed, Marcus gazed at Leonel in a relaxed manner.

Even when the crisis was over, Marcus didn't dare to take him lightly. Marcus was aware of Leonel's means although others might not.

Leonel had played it smart.