Were it not for his murky past, he would genuinely embody the qualities of an ideal husband!

A soft sigh escaped her Lips.

After completing the pork rib soup, Leonel prepared a meal for Alexis.

Instructing her to eat first, he headed out to deliver the soup to the hospital.

"I'll handle it!" Alexis hesitated to impose on him further.

Yet Leonel had already donned a coat.

Securing the car keys, he uttered gently, “When pursuing someone, a bit of sincerity is in order, Alexis. I'm sincere about this."

Alexis intended to offer some perfunctory responses, but words eluded her.

Only after a considerable amount of time had passed did she finally express her gratitude.

Following Leonel's departure, the door closed softly, leaving Alexis alone at the dining table.

The dinner spread was abundant, featuring a steamed sea bass, some vegetables, and a light yet nourishing soup.

Alexis took a few bites before her mind wandered into contemplation.

Leonel persistently claimed she'd become addicted to him. In truth, she believed she already was! It wasn't solely about physical pleasure but rather a profound spiritual connection.

Leonel understood her desires and could fulfill her needs.

This sentiment wasn't replicable by just anyone.

Alexis felt a tinge of irritation. She yearned for a cigarette.

But as the slender stick rested between her fingers, she broke it in half and discarded it in the trash.

She contemplated whether she still harbored affection for Leonel.

Despite his prolonged absence, the time they spent apart, and the divergent paths taken over eight years, she believed her heart remained steadfast.

His return prompted her to follow suit.