“What else? Do you plan on squatting at my place?"

Leonel swiftly turned her over and pinned her down.

“After what just transpired between us, shouldn't we address our relationship properly?"

Alexis opened her eyes.

"Hah! Don't kid with me! Did you arrive here wearing a chastity belt? Didn't you feel pleasure just moments ago, reveling in it completely?"

Leonel ground his teeth.

“I'm genuinely committed to being with you!"

Alexis playfully patted his face once more.

“If you're inclined to be with me, that's perfectly fine. Just bear in mind that you must be compliant, like not harboring jealousy or possessiveness. Oh, I almost forgot to mention Calvin will be delivering breakfast tomorrow morning. Make sure to greet him warmly.”

Leonel's countenance darkened.

Alexis nudged him aside and luxuriously stretched. She then said casually, "I was being rather generous with you since you persisted in pestering me. I have to admit, your skills are commendable!"

Leonel was a proud man.

It appeared that Alexis regarded him as nothing more than a plaything; hence, she initiated their encounter as soon as they entered.

Evidently, she didn't take him seriously in the slightest. To her, that physical relationship held no significance either.

He rose and began dressing up.

Before long, the door resounded with two slams.

Alexis rolled over, gazing up at the crystal chandelier suspended from the ceiling. She murmured, "Not exactly elegant, but multitasking two things at once doesn't seem that bad."

Her body felt invigorated, and her worries had evaporated.

Alexis didn't concern herself with Leonel's sentiments. He was accustomed to playing the role of the conniving antagonist, so what harm was there in her capitalizing on him once?

She nestled comfortably into the beddings.