In this state of distress, she had no desire to be in conflict with Leonel any longer.

After a while, her expression took on a somewhat peculiar Look.

Leonel immediately grasped the situation.

"Do you need to change it?"

Even a seasoned woman like Alexis blushed at that.

"Yes, it feels like the blood flow is too intense! Leonel, looks like your blood comes in handy at crucial times."

Leonel was unfazed by any sense of disgust.

After thoroughly cleaning her with a fresh napkin, he leaned his head against hers, remarking, “Not only that! I'm quite adept at many other things, too! Alexis, let's reconcile. I assure you, I'll indulge you in comfort."

"What a caring role you've assumed!"

Alexis laughed mockingly, but her Laughter ceased soon.

Damn, it hurt!

Yet with Leonel right in front of her, she could pull his hair when in pain. Not like those nights in the past eight years when she suffered alone, disclosing her agony to no one and silently enduring it by herself.

Blood dripped steadily.

Throughout the night, Leonel didn't sleep a wink.

Similar to caring for a sick child, he vigilantly watched over Alexis.

As dawn approached, he contemplated her tranquil countenance.

He wondered, just how much had he missed in all these years?

Alexis' hand felt slightly cool. He cradled it in his palm, lifting it to his lips as he gazed at her. Perhaps only now did he finally discern what truly lay in his heart.

He yearned to care for her.

In sickness and health, until death do them part, he desired every moment of life to be shared with Alexis.