Noticing her demeanor, Waylen grew irritated.
Pointing at her, he said, âYouâre making headlines again! That toy boy youâre with, are you sure he isnât up to something?â
Alexis had been frequently captured on camera with Calvin.
Waylen wasnât a stranger to the ways of the world; he understood that Calvin craved recognition.
Alexis reached for the newspaper and let out a chuckle.
âIsnât it typical for a celebrity to aspire to marry into a wealthy family?
Calvin and I have simply swapped the traditional gender roles.
Hey, heâs quite the sweet one.
How about I tie the knot with him and bring him home to provide company for you and Mom? Heâs got a fantastic singing voice.
Heâd certainly liven up the household!â
Waylen sneered.
âCan he bear children?â
Alexis grinned mischievously.
âWell, I canât marry a woman either, can I? Iâm not really a lesbian.
â
âYouâll surely be the death of me, you little devil!â
Waylenâs anger was simmering beneath the surface.
At that very moment, Leonel descended from upstairs, clad in casual home attire.
He was radiating sharpness and energy.
Oblivious to everyone else, Alexis narrowed her eyes appreciatively for a moment; then, she spotted him standing halfway down the staircase, earnestly posing a question.
âAre you interested in having a child? I could stay home and take care of it.
â
Alexis understood his meaning.
With a smug grin, she retorted, âI wouldnât dream of having Mr.
Douglas as a babysitter.
â
Leonelâs gaze bore into her.
âLooking after my own child, how does that equate to babysitting?â
Alexis found the conversation somewhat annoying.
She replied lazily, âIf you desire a child, find one of your flings to bear it for you.
My time is valuable.
âNot having children and just marrying for the sake of s@x is also an option!â