Alexis sniffled.

Rushing over, she nestled herself in her father's embrace.

"Daddy, you are truly hopeless.”

Waylen remained silent.

Pushing aside his files, he cradled Alexis in his arms, his chin resting against her soft, curly brown tresses.

Tossing her curly brown locks, Alexis engaged in playful banter with her father.

"If I could see Miss Gordon every day, I would happily finish my meals on my own!"

Waylen settled onto the sofa, tending to his business affairs.

Upon hearing this, he narrowed his eyes at her and retorted, "If you desire to see Miss Gordon, you must find a way on your own."

Alexis sniffled.

Rushing over, she nestled herself in her father's embrace.

"Daddy, you are truly hopeless.”

Waylen remained silent.

Pushing aside his files, he cradled Alexis in his arms, his chin resting against her soft, curly brown tresses.

His voice grew suddenly husky.

"I've upset her. Lexi sweetie, can you bring your mommy home?"

Alexis laid her head upon his shoulder.

She silently consented.

In a mumble, she expressed, "I wish to play the piano."

Casting his gaze around the grand villa, Waylen remembered that he had forgotten to purchase a new piano and put it in the villa. However, his little darling, Alexis, yearned to play. And so, he took her out in his car.

Half an hour later, the sleek black Maybach came to a halt at the entrance of the apartment building.

This apartment remained unchanged.