At that moment, Leonel and Alexis officially became a married couple.

In their twenty-fifth year of knowing each other, the reality of finally becoming a legal couple left them somewhat astounded.

Alexis, in particular, was taken aback.

After a prolonged moment, Alexis lifted her head slightly, locking eyes with the depth of Leonel's gaze.

With a slightly hoarse voice, he casually suggested, "Let's head to the hospital, Mrs. Douglas."

The term "Mrs. Douglas" rolled off his tongue effortlessly and felt surprisingly good.

It seemed like a phrase he had mulled over countless times.

Alexis followed in his footsteps.

Despite her height, Alexis found herself looking up at him. She took in the sight of his neatly groomed hair, the crisp white shirt, and, of course, Evelyn nestled comfortably on his shoulder.

Evelyn fixed her gaze on Alexis, attempting to discern her emotions.

Alexis quickened her pace, tenderly patting Evelyn's head. In response, Evelyn's face eased, and she affectionately addressed Alexis as “mommy.”

A subtle twitch touched Alexis' nose.

Returning this time, Alexis sensed a transformation in Leonel. His emotions—a blend of affection and resentment-perplexed her. She found herself unable to predict Leonel's next move.

This uncertainty unsettled her.

This departure from her usual self left Alexis disoriented. Clarity in matters of love and hate had been her hallmark.

Yet, when she looked at her daughter, a sense of relief washed over Alexis.

Upon reaching the hospital, Leonel entrusted Evelyn to Alexis as he headed into the operating room. He instructed, "Wait for me here. I won't be long."

A faint smile graced Alexis' lips.

At that moment, the doctor arrived-a familiar face to the Fowlers.

Spotting Alexis, he grinned reassuringly, "Don't worry, Alexis. It's a minor procedure that won't impact his fertility."