After his words, he seemed somewhat fatigued.

Alexis, the daughter he adored the most, and Leonel, equally emotionally invested, were causing each other pain. It didn't sit well with him.

A lingering silence hung in the air.

Alexis grinned and said, “Dad, you're overthinking! If you're concerned, why don't you take him home now?"

Waylen shot her a stern glance before making a swift exit.

Alexis escorted him to the door, calling after him, "Drive carefully, Dad!"

Unexpectedly, Waylen halted in his tracks and turned around.

Fixing his gaze on Alexis, he said in a hushed tone, “If you genuinely care for him, then give him a chance! Alexis, Dad doesn't want to witness you tormenting yourself. Instead of claiming you can't forgive Leonel, aren't you truly struggling to forgive your past self?"

Alexis's smile dimmed.

Without further words, Waylen departed. Their children had reached adulthood, and as parents, perhaps they shouldn't meddle too much in matters of the heart.

Alexis returned to the study.

Alexis leaned against the door frame, observing Leonel still clutching that photo. His voice floated across.

"Alexis, you still love me, don't you? You've always loved me! Tell me."

"Perhaps!"

Alexis flashed a subtle smile.

"You were quite the charmer in the past."

As she turned to depart, Leonel embraced her from behind. His hand delicately explored her lower abdomen, tracing every contour with a tender touch as if kindling a flame of passion while also savoring the simple pleasure of contact.

His gestures exuded an undeniable intimacy.

Alexis couldn't remain unaffected.

Suddenly, Leonel grew more insistent, pressing her against the study wall. Her professional suit posed a hindrance, but he paid no heed, discarding any semblance of gentleness. Nestling against her from behind, he whispered huskily and sensually, "It's not too late to turn me away now. Alexis, I want you."