Craving something spicy, Alexis skipped any pretense of refusal.

She trailed alongside him, their actions resembling those of a newlywed couple selecting groceries.

Leonel took charge of most decisions.

However, from time to time, he sought Alexis’ input, inquiring about her preferences for fruits and snacks.

An hour later, their cart brimmed with an assortment of items.

Upon returning to the apartment, Alexis promptly discarded her high heels and stretched out on the sofa.

"I'm drained! Leonel, I swear I'm not doing this again! It's more exhausting than a day in court!"

Leonel rinsed the pork ribs and commenced the stewing process.

Additionally, he organized the purchased items, stowing them away meticulously. His familiarity suggested he was right at home.

Concluding his tasks, he washed an apple for Alexis.

"Once we're married, let's employ two house maids-one for cleaning and another for cooking, but they don't have to be here all the time.

Alternatively, I could take charge of the cooking, but it might impact my career. Can't have overly high expectations for a house husband, you know."

Following his words, he affectionately nuzzled his tall, straight nose against hers.

Alexis couldn't help but find him shamelessly audacious.

Ha! He'd barely been at her place for a few days, and he was already discussing marriage?

Biting into the apple, she remarked, “You're overthinking! This is temporary, remember?"

Leonel grinned.

"I've mentioned it before-you'll grow addicted to me!"

With that, he immersed himself in the kitchen tasks.

Alexis reclined against the sofa, engrossed in TV and nibbling on the apple. Occasionally, her gaze drifted toward Leonel's figure in the kitchen. Elegance and poise, coupled with culinary skills-not a bad combination!