Alexis slipped into another shirt in the bedroom.

Leonel trailed in after her. She didn't bother to look back.

"I'm changing. Do you have to play the spectator?"

But she miscalculated his shamelessness.

Leonel embraced her gently from behind, assisting in buttoning up her shirt and, of course, taking a few liberties. Eventually, his face found refuge in the crook of her neck.

"Isn't it cozy at home? I'll whip up some Italian food for you."

Alexis turned her head, "I'm in the mood for Thai cuisine today."

She playfully patted his cheek, slipped on a coat, and headed towards the door.

Leonel escorted her to the door without any protest this time.

"Then I'll work from home! Return early, and I'll prepare some mulled wine for you."

Alexis didn't respond and just bent down to change her shoes.

But as she departed, her gaze involuntarily returned to Leonel. He was engrossed in a phone conversation, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, dressed in casual attire but retaining his allure, much like her father.

Silently observing him, Alexis couldn't help but linger.

Abruptly, Leonel turned his head. The voice on the other end of the line persisted, but it became indistinct to him.

His gaze locked onto Alexis.

He contemplated questioning her about the intent behind that look, wondering if she still harbored feelings for him.

Alexis averted her eyes and took her leave.

The door closed, and Leonel continued to gaze for a prolonged moment.

Alexis leaned against the door panel.

She cast her eyes downward and lightly licked her lips, her heart in a state of restlessness.