However, Leonel refrained. Raising his dark eyes, he fixed them on her. "Does it really?"

Relinquishing his grip, he leaned back.

His hands were sizable, and the cigarette seemed almost diminutive, cradled between his fingers like a matchstick.

Lighting the cigarette, he drew a prolonged drag.

Alexis descended from the desk, resuming her seat, her gaze fixed on Leonel.

LeoneL's purpose in coming could be either to stir up trouble or simply to lay eyes on her.

Despite his awareness that their meeting was not a joyous occasion, he continued to gaze at her. Leisurely smoking a cigarette, he extinguished it and departed without a word.

The door swung open and shut once more, the faint noise resonating loudly in Alexis’ ears.

A month elapsed, and Leonel formally initiated legal proceedings to regain custody of Evelyn.

In relation to this issue, Waylen summoned Leonel back to the Fowler residence.

An hour later, Leonel emerged from the house sporting facial bruises.

Despite the injuries, Leonel maintained an air of arrogance.

Approaching him with trepidation, the servant uttered, "Mr. Douglas."

Halting, Leonel glanced upstairs, his tone indifferent. "It's getting hot lately, and Dad's temper is also getting short. Prepare some tea for him later. Otherwise, Mom will worry when she returns."

The servant stood in disbelief.

Gazing at Leonel, she couldn't help but find him handsome, even in the dim light, despite his injuries.

The servant pondered whether Waylen was seizing the opportunity of Rena being away to deal with Leonel.

The servant continued to mull it over as Leonel departed. Once in his car, he messaged Alexis, “Have you received the legal notice?"

Naturally, Alexis had received the notice.

Leonel orchestrated it intentionally. While he stood a chance in four months, he chose to file the lawsuit now, fully aware he would likely lose.