Alexis understood his unspoken intentions.

She simply nodded. “Alright, but do come back early," she responded.

After she stepped out of the car, she paused, leaned back toward the window, and gently advised, "Drive slowly, okay?"

A subtle smile briefly crossed Leonel's face as he acknowledged her concern.

The car door closed, and the sleek black sports car gradually disappeared into the night. Alexis remained outside for a moment, her gaze following the path he had taken. She knew he was heading to visit his mother's grave.

Upon entering her apartment, Alexis closed the door and let out a tired sigh. She pulled out a hefty stack of dossiers, determined to occupy her mind while waiting for Leonel. Despite feeling exhausted, she made herself a strong cup of coffee, bracing herself for the long evening ahead.

Leonel didn't return until the clock neared midnight.

The apartment's soft light enveloped him in a warm embrace as he opened the door. Alexis was engrossed in documents on the sofa, her demeanor quieter than usual, eyes focused intently on the pages.

Taking off his coat, Leonel entered the room. "Why haven't you gone to bed yet?" he inquired.

He couldn't help but notice that she was still in the clothes she had worn earlier which was a clear sign she had been sitting there since she got home. She had been waiting for him.

What a fool, but such a patient soul.

Leonel casually draped his coat over the sofa and heard Alexis' voice.

"I'm waiting for you. I'm almost done here. I'll head to bed after finishing this."

Gently, Leonel took the document from her hands, concern in his voice.

"You haven't had dinner yet, have you?"

Lifting her gaze, Alexis countered, "What about you? You haven't eaten either, right?"

A smile graced Leonel's face.

He proposed, "I'll make us two bowls of noodles."

"Alright."

Alexis observed him as he rolled up his sleeves and moved toward the kitchen. His broad shoulders painted a striking picture.