Knowing Leonel's nature all too well, Alexis retorted with a sneer, “If I say I don't want to leave Calvin, would you accept him being part of our lives?"

Her response visibly agitated Leonel.

In an impulsive move, he drew Alexis into his arms, their kiss passionate and intense.

Alexis yielded to his embrace, her resistance melting away.

Leonel's voice, rough with emotion, broke through the kiss. "You still think of him? Even going so far as mentioning his name in front of me?"

Their kiss was fervent, leaving Alexis momentarily stunned.

Leonel seemed unable to restrain himself, his gaze fixated on her slightly dazed expression.

In a moment of raw honesty, he confessed, “I really need to fuck you," his words laced with a mix of longing and frustration. His approach had changed since their reunion, marked by a raw urgency and a disregard for her feelings, driven by his own overpowering desire.

In such moments, Alexis knew better than to provoke Leonel.

He seemed preoccupied, his mind likely on Evelyn. His actions seemed less about genuine anger and more about irritating her, perhaps even testing her.

With the tension somewhat diffused, Leonel could have been furious with her.

But with a sick child, parental concerns often override personal grievances.

He left her with a few terse words and began his slow ascent upstairs, his silhouette stretching in the light.

Alexis watched him go, debating whether to follow and check on Evelyn.

However, recalling his harsh words, she chose instead to return to her luggage packing, her mind filled with worries about Calvin's future.

*

Meanwhile, upstairs, little Evelyn had woken up.

She sat at the head of her bed, rubbing her eyes. In this unfamiliar environment, she was almost scared to cry but found some comfort in Ollie's company, managing to hold back her tears.

She looked hopefully at Leonel as he entered the room.

Leonel paused to watch her, and then approached and sat beside her bed.