Alexis, not in the mood for early morning flirtation, chose to ignore his comment.
As if brushing aside the tension of the previous night, Leonel casually brought up their previous conversation, “What about the legal team we discussed? What’s your decision?”
“The Legal team?”
Alexis pondered for a moment before responding, “Send your people over to my firm, and I’ll see to the arrangements.”
Leonel responded with a slight nod.
The breakfast table was relatively quiet after that. Marcus soon joined them, adding an air of elegance to the setting. Waylen, observing his three grown children dining together, felt a mix of emotions.
In a half-joking, half-serious tone, Waylen queried, “Which one of you is going to give me a grandchild first? Rena is getting impatient!”
Marcus quipped back with a touch of humor, “I don’t have a wife.
Should I magically produce a child all by myself?”
Waylen shot back, “This is not a joke!”
His gaze then shifted to the other two.
“Nearly 30 and still no urgency. Do you plan to remain single forever?”
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Alexis, not in the mood for such discussions, especially with Leonel present, was visibly annoyed.
She stood up, playfully placing her hand on Waylen‘’s forehead.
“You were the same at my age, Dad. I’m just following in your footsteps,” she reminded him.
Waylen, in a mock gruff tone, called them all “Damn brats!”
Alexis responded with a forceful kiss on his cheek before grabbing her coat and departing.
Waylen watched her leave, and then turned his attention back to Leonel.
“And you? Still fixated on one possibility? It’s time to find someone and start a family. Life has to move on.”
Leonel, lost for words, remained silent.
After a while, Waylen excused himself to go upstairs.
Marcus, left alone with Leonel, folded his newspaper and smiled slyly.
“Leonel, you know, my dad’s never really been fond of you.”
Leonel, maintaining his composure, replied, “Perhaps everyone will have to endure a little longer.”