He grumbled in frustration.
âIâve raised a bunch of good-for-nothing kids!â
Leonel halted in his tracks.
Determination weighed in his voice.
âIâve actually been thinking.
Would you be willing to let Alexis and me have a child?â
Waylen responded with a dry laugh.
âCanât handle her on your own, so youâre calling us in for help, huh?â
Leonel offered no further response and made his way upstairs to his room.
Observing his departure, Waylen couldnât help but think that only his daughter could handle a man like Leonel.
However, as he pondered his precious daughter who was also a handful, a headache began to set in.
His daughter was also a troublemaker.
Not only were male stars pursuing her, but female ones were also vying for her attention.
To make it worse, it seemed that Alexis was thoroughly enjoying it.
Waylen couldnât help but wonder whom she took after.
Back in his bedroom, Leonel collapsed onto the soft, spacious bed.
He hadnât slept all night.
Despite that, sleep eluded him.
Each time he closed his eyes, he was haunted by Calvinâs words, unable to shake the memory of Alexisâ when were expression they together.
They had nearly gone all the way.
He had caressed every inch of her body, whether it was appropriate or not.
The thought of it made Leonelâs heart race.
During lunch, Waylen summoned Alexis.
Dressed in a business suit, Alexis displayed no remnants of the previous nightâs revelry or weariness.
She tossed her briefcase onto the sofa and reclined, remarking, âDad, Iâve been buried in work!
When you beckon me like that, it undermines my professional image.
How can I assert myself with clients?â