Lost in thought, Alexis didn't realize how much time had passed until she heard a knock at the door. Leonel's voice, still carrying a hint of coldness, broke the silence. "Are you ready?"

"Just a minute," she replied.

Instead of using the changing room, Alexis decided to change right there, at the edge of the bed.

The clothes fit perfectly and flattered her figure.

The red hue complemented her long, curly brown hair, accentuating her femininity.

She slowly pulled on the thin silk stockings, slipped into her stiletto heels, and picked up the coat. She had to acknowledge that Leonel had a keen sense of what suited her. As she was finishing up, the door swung open.

Leonel's eyes briefly sparkled, and then seemed to grow more intense.

Alexis noticed that his attire matched hers.

Was it intentional?

Wasn't it a bit overdressed for a hospital appointment?

It wasn't until they were seated in the car that Alexis, her voice low, finally asked, “What exactly are we doing?"

Leonel glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his tone unexpectedly gentle. "We're going to get married."

Alexis' breath was in disarray, a chaotic symphony playing within her lungs.

Getting married? Was Leonel truly contemplating tying the knot with her?

Considering their situation, the idea of marriage appeared quite unconventional. What could be going through Leonel's mind?

Sensing her uncertainty, Leonel gripped the steering wheel and gazed ahead. After a pause, he casually stated, "I'm a traditional man.

Given that we're expecting a baby, let's consider getting married first."

Evelyn observed with keen interest.

Her parents were expecting another child, even though they already had her.

Were they not married?