Despite her resistance, Leonel carried her to the bed. As she attempted to escape, he gently restrained her and helped her out of her evening gown, replacing it with a simple white nightgown.

He only removed his jacket.

Lying side by side on the 1.5-meter-wide princess bed actually felt cramped for two adults.

Yet, Leonel seemed indifferent to the lack of room.

He intended to rekindle the old spark, to stir memories within Alexis.

He wrapped his arms around her, gently unraveling her long hair, caressing it softly.

The physical difference between them was evident. Alexis couldn't easily break free, and she certainly didn't want the whole family to know they were holding each other on her childhood bed. To provoke him, she said mockingly, “What's with this innocent act?"

Leonel's hand cradled the back of her head.

Gazing down at her, he replied softly, yet with a hint of challenge, "Do you want more? If you do, I can oblige."

Alexis retorted, "Damn you!"

Leonel didn't say anything.

Alexis turned her head away, unwilling to offer more responses either.

Soon however, she kicked his leg again, exasperated.

“Leonel, this is absurd. We mean nothing to each other, yet here we are sharing a bed.

Imagine the scandal if someone found out!"

LeoneL's suggestion was blunt.

"We could get married."

Her response was another sharp expletive.

“Fuck you!"

Frustrated and tired, Alexis decided not to engage further.