Indeed, there was no need for her to go back to him or anything that reminded her of their past...

Waylen made his way back to the exquisite villa, an enclave meticulously developed by the esteemed Exceed Group.

This opulent residence exuded an air of utmost security and seclusion and it belonged solely to him.

The sleek black Maybach glided gracefully through the imposing ebony gate, eliciting a cascade of radiance as all the lights within the villa instantly illuminated. Accompanied by the delightful symphony of a music fountain, gracefully spurting water, a euphoric ambiance filled the air.

Parking the vehicle with care, Waylen stepped out, and a dutiful servant promptly approached him, ready to attend to his needs.

“Miss Lexi remains silent once more," the servant reported.

Handing over his coat to the servant, Waylen strolled beneath the moonlit glow of an osmanthus tree.

Meanwhile, Alexis' mind wandered aimlessly, Lost in thought.

Beside her, Waylen crouched down, his gaze brimming with affection as he observed her intently.

Her chestnut locks cascaded in gentle waves, framing her shoulders in a carefree manner.

Her visage boasted petite features, exuding an ethereal pallor. Her eyes resembled lustrous gem stones, her nose was perfectly straight and her lips formed a delicate pout, reflecting her discontent.

Engrossed in her own reverie, she clenched her dainty hand around the osmanthus leaves, plucking them off one by one.

Waylen addressed her tenderly, yet she remained indifferent, completely absorbed in her own secluded world.

Waylen made no effort to carry her away; instead, he chose to squat beside her, providing unwavering company. It was not until half past ten that the young girl abruptly threw herself into his embrace.

“Today, some kids at school said I have no mother."

With Alexis in his arms, Waylen escorted her back inside the house.

Caressing her petite head, he assured, "You do have a mother my dear... Your mother possesses the same breathtaking beauty as you

Setting Alexis down at the table, Waylen prompted the servant to arrange a sumptuous feast, serving piping-hot delicacies.

Alexis' voracious hunger urged her to haphazardly scoop food into her bowl, resulting in remnants scattered across the table.

After the meal, a flicker of remembrance crossed Alexis’ eyes, and she gazed at Waylen with Longing.

"I want my mommy. I want what the other kids have too."

Sweeping Alexis up into his arms, Waylen ascended the stairs.