“Alexis, if I hadn't left then, would you still have welcomed him into your life?"

A faint smile graced Alexis' lips.

“Absolutely! Although I would've had you handle most of it.”

Leonel's voice lowered, its warmth accentuated.

"So, will you allow me to take care of it now?"

Alexis remained silent for an extended period of time.

She responded casually, "Even if I accept your assistance, don't anticipate a permanent residence."

"Okay! I'll move out as we agreed.

But I bet you'll miss me, Alexis. You'll get addicted to having me around."

Alexis could barely endure continuing to listen.

Leonel projected an air of dignity outwardly, but in private, he was such a flirt!

But a gentle flutter touched her heart.

From the age of 20 onward, she bore the weight of life alone. Even during her most struggling time, dependence was a foreign concept.

His departure left her determined not to lean on anyone again.

Independence became her unwavering stance.

Yet he returned, uttering, "Alexis, let me handle it!"

Alexis shut her eyes briefly. Alexis, you've always been pragmatic.

Why, when it comes to Leonel, does emotion sneak in? She thought in confusion.

A night of tenderness passed.

In the early morning, Alexis rose to freshen up. The toothpaste was neatly squeezed out, and the towel was carefully placed in its place.