Seating herself beside him, she administered a massage.

Subsequently, she inquired about his well-being.

Leonel lifted his gaze to meet hers. In the glow of the crystal chandelier, Alexis' eyes and brows exuded delicacy.

Her visage carried the tender allure and beauty reminiscent of Rena, coupled with a hint of Waylen's noble spirit. Alexis indeed presented a striking beauty.

Contemplating the appointment tomorrow, Leonel pondered the potential consequences of the operation for his intimate encounters with Alexis.

The desire to engage with her intimately surged within him.

He drew her into an embrace, initiating a passionate kiss.

Anticipating his intentions, Alexis placed a hand against his chest and whispered, "Let's dine first."

Impatience prevailed within Leonel.

Against the sofa, he initiated their intimate encounter before fully undressing her.

Perhaps it was due to their previous unsuccessful attempts, but Alexis found herself unusually aroused. While in his embrace, she bit her lips and endured his movements, uncertain if it was just her perception or if Leonel was indeed behaving somewhat differently that day.

The intimacy persisted, with no immediate conclusion.

Subsequently, her voice, nestled in his arms, underwent a transformation. She pleaded for him to stop.

Bending down, Leonel pressed his lips against hers.

The protracted kiss reignited her passion.

Their intimate encounter spanned a duration of two hours.

"You bastard!"

Exhausted and unable to eat, Alexis reclined on the sofa. "Leonel, you must have consumed gunpowder today. I need to rethink our relationship."

Unfazed, Leonel carried on as if the events had no impact on him. He was the resilient one.

Embracing her, he bestowed another kiss on her.