The secretary called at that moment, sweetly inquiring, âMiss Fowler, the meetingâs in ten.
Have you made it to the law firm?â
Frustrated, Alexis shut her eyes.
Damn it! She had no desire to get up.
Clutching the phone, she cleared her throat and said, âPostpone the meeting to tomorrow at ten.
â
Worried, the secretary queried, âMiss Fowler, are you unwell?â
Alexis vaguely responded, âYeah, not feeling great.
Letâs discuss it tomorrow.
â
Regarding the celebration party that night, Alexis likely wouldnât 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 wouldnât 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, âWhy hasnât Mommy woken up?â
After a pause, Leonel explained, âSheâs tired.
â
Evelyn looked up, blinking her large eyes.
âWhyâs Mommy tired? Was it the plane yesterday?â
Leonel coughed.
âYeah.
Jet lag from the flight.
â
Evelyn nodded and rested her head on the bedâs edge, studying Alexis.
Eventually, she couldnât 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.