Admiring her nail polish, Alexis casually said, "I'm not your wife.

Why would I stay here?"

As soon as she said that, something felt immediately wrong.

It almost seemed that she was forcing him to marry her.

Not wanting a misunderstanding to ensue, she clarified, "I didn't mean that I want to marry you."

Leonel's smile didn't waver. He gently patted her on the head and said, "I know very well that you don't want to marry me."

Alexis scoffed and pouted. “Leonel, don't push your luck. You're still on trial."

"Really?" He then pulled her into his arms, and in a hoarse and sexy voice, he said, "But why do I feel that you're very clingy to me right now?"

Alexis just stared at him, her eyes slowly narrowing.

He then kissed her and said, “Alright, alright. Don't be angry anymore. Can you stay here?"

"No one cooks for me here," Alexis complained as she crossed her arms indignantly.

After thinking for a while, Leonel decided not to force her. However, that night, he slept with his arms around her. As he did, he couldn't help but think that the two of them should get married soon.

They did get along very well.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that they grew up together that neither of them would push each other's buttons, knowing the boundaries.

Although Alexis was a no-nonsense girl outside, she showed her childish side at home. Leonel didn't care about this-in fact, he liked it very much. On one hand, he loved her womanly side, but on the other, he missed the way she was back when they were young.

Luckily, Alexis still had both of those sides intact.

Leonel went on a business trip to Heron early in the morning.

At the same time, his father had just been sentenced to ten years in prison during the court trial.

The penalty felt neither light nor heavy.

That night, Leonel was in the most Luxurious hotel in Heron. He was holding his phone, listening to his secretary's report.