Worried, the secretary queried, "Miss Fowler, are you unwell?"

Alexis vaguely responded, “Yeah, not feeling great. Let's discuss it tomorrow."

Regarding the celebration party that night, Alexis likely wouldn't attend.

Leonel could be quite a jerk.

Tossing the phone away, Alexis clutched the pillow, eager to resume sleeping. She assumed Leonel took Evelyn to the company, leaving her alone at home.

A bit of extra sleep wouldn't hurt.

The bedroom door creaked open gently, revealing the entrance of Leonel and Evelyn. Alexis feigned sleep, keeping up the pretense as they entered the room.

Bending over the bed, Evelyn whispered, "Why hasn't Mommy woken up?"

After a pause, Leonel explained, "She's tired."

Evelyn looked up, blinking her large eyes. "Why's Mommy tired? Was it the plane yesterday?"

Leonel coughed. "Yeah. Jet lag from the flight."

Evelyn nodded and rested her head on the bed's edge, studying Alexis.

Eventually, she couldn't resist reaching out to touch her.

Alexis resisted the urge to react.

Observing her eyelashes tremble, Leonel figured she was awake, prompting a gentle smile.

At that moment, a servant arrived, announcing that she had prepared some snacks and would take Evelyn downstairs for a treat.

Leonel instructed Evelyn to head downstairs first.

Eventually, only the two remained in the room, and Alexis, on the bed, continued to feign slumber.

Leonel recalled that summer when Alexis had her first menstrual period, hiding away like an ostrich as she was doing now. She displayed a timid and adorable demeanor back then.

Unable to resist, Leonel leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Did you enjoy last night?"