"Do you think so poorly of my cooking?"

“Well, you know... perhaps, I suppose!"

Alexis chose to disregard his comments.

After a stretch of driving, Leonel said tenderly, “Alexis, in essence, you're still the same as when you were little. I find myself having to pamper and coax you. Even when you look tough, you're actually remarkably easy to handle."

"Enough with the cheesy talk!"

Leonel chuckled softly, appearing content.

Thirty minutes later, they reached the familiar grocery store from their previous visit.

The atmosphere between them carried a distinct tone from their previous visit though.

Leonel piled items into the cart energetically. Alexis protested, “This is excessive; we won't be able to consume it all. Besides, I'm clueless about cooking the steak! And I'm not a fan of this brand of milk."

“It's meant for two people. I'll take care of the steak, and the milk is for my consumption."

Following Leonel's statement, Alexis muttered under her breath, "You're moving out in a few days, right?"

"Can't I still drop by often?"

He turned to her and added, “If Miss Fowler craves Thai, I'll whip up Thai. If she leans toward Italian, I'll craft an Italian feast.

And if the mood strikes, I might even offer some special complementary services... Intriguing, isn't it?"

Uttering these shameless remarks audaciously, he drew laughter from the nearby girls.

Thankfully, Alexis had a resilient spirit, yet she wasn't keen on providing a free show to onlookers.

“Leonel, do you have no shame?"

In response, Leonel leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips.

Nonchalantly, he proceeded as if everything had been perfectly normal.

"Let's head to the fresh section and check if there's any sea bass available!"