“Dinner's all done. Hungry?"

Alexis distanced her body from his.

Leonel didn't want to put too much pressure on her but he was definitely hurt by how distant she was being. He raised his hand and gently held the back of her head, his voice was soft. “When should we get married?"

“Huh? You want to marry... me?"

Alexis rested her back against the pillow. “Just hold on a bit.

You'd probably grow tired again in like the next six months. By then we'll finally move on."

He stared at her, slightly hurt. "I'm not going to get tired. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you, Alexis."

He held her in his arms, telling her that he wanted to be like Edwin and the rest. He wanted to marry and have children too. He wanted a normal life, filled with happiness and love. And he wanted it with her.

Alexis simply remained silent with a ghost of wry smile on her lips.

Leonel cast a gaze in Alexis' direction.

Alexis expressed her reluctance to hear that again, whispering, “Haven't you prepared dinner? I'm hungry and would like to eat something."

"Sure, dinner it is."

Leonel's intense gaze hinted at a desire to sweep Alexis off her feet.

Yet Alexis declined.

Resting against the bed's headboard, she appeared delicate. "I'll manage on my own. You step out. I need to change."

Unfortunately, there were no alternate outfits available for her.

Leonel fetched a sweater and somewhat snug trousers from the closet for Alexis, who managed to slip into them.

Unfazed, she proceeded to change without avoiding him.

Leonel's gaze remained fixed on her.

As she undressed, a faint red mole adorned her taut and flat abdomen, exuding a captivating allure. The memory of tender moments during their intimate nights lingered, where he had kissed that mole countless times.