To her surprise, she noticed a faint bloodstain on the shirt's cuff.

It wasn't readily apparent, but it seemed Like it had been rinsed with water, taking on a faint red hue.

Alexis was taken aback.

She eased onto the small sofa in the dressing room, gazing at the shirt stained with blood. Although she was eager to ask Leonel about the source of the blood, she hesitated, convinced he wouldn't disclose the information.

The mere contemplation of the most likely scenario left Alexis feeling as if all the strength had been drained from her body.

At that moment, the door to the dressing room creaked open.

Lifting her gaze, Alexis encountered Leonel. As their eyes locked, Leonel spoke quietly. “Leave these tasks to the cleaning lady. You're pregnant, and we don't want you to tire yourself out."

After a prolonged silence, Alexis summoned a smile.

She inquired, “Leonel, do you wish to keep this shirt?"

The sight of the shirt left Leonel momentarily taken aback.

Silence lingered as he refrained from responding.

Alexis, fixing her gaze on the pink mark, refrained from further inquiry. Instead, she murmured, “It's stained. Should I dispose of it?"

"Sure," Leonel replied with a subtle smile.

Alexis discarded the shirt into the bin, proceeding with other tasks, treating their recent discussion as a mere triviality.

Leonel observed her in silence.

Eventually, he approached her, lifting her gently. "Take a break.

Don't overexert yourself, especially considering your pregnancy."

Without resistance, Alexis allowed him to carry her into the bedroom.

Placing her at the bed's edge, it appeared he had the inclination to kiss her, yet he abstained.

Alexis locked eyes with him.