The aroma of food roused her. The room was lit with a soft yellow glow from the bedside lamp, which made it hard for her to know if it was dusk or dawn.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, and Leonel appeared, leaning casually against the doorframe.

"I bet you've missed homemade food while you were away!" he said softly, radiating warmth and kindness.

Dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants, he looked perfectly handsome, as though he had always lived there like this.

Alexis gazed at him.