Waylen chuckled.

“What’s going on? You two look like guards.”

Marcus, sweetly, explained, “Elva is having her milk. Alexis won’t let us in.”

Amused by Marcus’ words, Waylen gently patted his head and said to Leonel, “Take him downstairs for some snacks. From now on, you don’t have to be at Alexis’ beck and call all the time.”

With a blush, Leonel led Marcus away. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Waylen then turned and knocked on the door.

Fowler, may I come

Alexis opened

the doorway, her tender face raised, her brown curly hair

Mrs. Fowler, I grant

Waylen smiled.

an honor, Miss

up Alexis and closed the door

feeding Elva, and upon hearing their conversation, Rena found it both amusing and annoying. Waylen sat beside Rena with Alexis in his arms, resting his face on Rena’s slender shoulder, and asked gently, “Did you instruct Alexis to have Marcus

trembling voice, casting a sidelong glance

on only a white shirt and

against Rena, his

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