The large bed, with its covers tossed aside, likely Evelyn's recent resting spot, caught her attention.

She softly touched the bedsheet and observed the furniture and the wardrobe prepared for both man and woman, reminiscent of a bridal suite. She suspected there must be a children's room somewhere too.

What emotions had driven Leonel to prepare all this?

He might have hoped for a reconciliation upon her return, but she came with different intentions. Now that her true motives were out, she wondered how he would react.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

Not wanting to dwell in the room, she quickly went back downstairs after placing her suitcase.

Throughout the meal, her thoughts remained in turmoil.

Leonel was the epitome of calm and composure, adeptly feeding Evelyn.

This was probably a skill he had mastered while caring for younger siblings in his past.

Evelyn ate obediently, her only peculiarity being her aversion to onions, which she promptly spat out.

“Just like when you were Little," Leonel remarked with a smile, his gaze briefly meeting Alexis’.

However, his tone turned colder as he finished his sentence, casting an unspoken tension into the air.

Alexis wasn't sure how to react to the situation.

Evelyn, seemingly oblivious to the tension, chirped, “Mommy doesn't eat onions either? But she always tells me she eats everything!"

Leonel glanced at Alexis with a natural curiosity. “Oh, does Mommy really eat everything?"

He seemed to remember something, teasingly adding, "Yeah, she does!"

His jest was apparent, and Alexis, perhaps a bit frustrated, bit into a lamb chop with more force than necessary.

Leonel couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the sight.

He hardly touched his own meal, his appetite seemingly absent. He instinctively reached for a cigarette but refrained, mindful of Evelyn's presence.

At 8 p.m., two servants arrived at the house, a necessary addition considering the responsibilities of both Leonel and Alexis, along with caring for Evelyn.