After several rounds, exhaustion claimed Alexis, and she drifted into a slumber, too fatigued even to shower.

Leonel tenderly helped her clean up with a warm towel.

Sleep eluded him.

Nestled beside her, he delicately grasped her finger, reminiscent of their childhood antics.

After some time, his face became flushed.

Reflecting on his actions, Leonel acknowledged that what transpired with Alexis wasn't befitting of his childhood self.

But he couldn't resist the urge.

She had blossomed into a woman of maturity and allure. Leonel's countenance softened as he envisioned the prospect of having children with her after marriage.

Aware that Alexis anticipated his eventual weariness, he was resolute not to grow weary of her.

It almost took him everything to get her back. How could she ever let her go?

At the crack of dawn, Alexis' phone rang, rousing her from sleep.

The caller was Waylen.

Leonel propped himself up and, after a brief contemplation, answered the phone for her. "Mr. Fowler?"

Once again, they shared the same bed. Waylen wasn't really taken aback though; he foresaw the events unfolding today after Leonel chose Alexis. Yet, Waylen refrained from intervening.

Waylen hit Leonel and demanded that he leave.

However, as an adult, it was now Alexis’ prerogative to navigate her relationships.

Waylen, with conflicting emotions, queried in a hushed tone, “Is Alexis still asleep?"

Leonel affirmed. "Yes."

Extending his hand, he tenderly caressed Alexis' head. In a husky voice, he remarked, "I'll bring Alexis back for lunch later."

Waylen scoffed. "You don't need to inform me. It's up to Alexis whether she wants to bring you back."