Alexis, despite her usually open attitude, couldn't endure this. Her face turned slightly red as she shyly looked away from him.

"You just had surgery. Don't mess around!" she told him.

In response, Leonel chuckled.

He gently held her waist and swayed her body from side to side. He didn't care what type of dance they did; he just wanted to hold her close.

Slowly, her entire body was now enveloped in his embrace.

Alexis didn't resist-on such a night, perhaps she no longer had the strength to resist.

She rested her chin on his shoulder and let him take over.

From time to time, Leonel would kiss her, letting his lips stay on hers for a few seconds before pulling away.

For about half an hour, they kept on kissing while Locked in each other's embrace. After that, he stopped and said in a husky voice, "Have I mentioned how beautiful you look in this dress?"

Indeed, Alexis was the epitome of beauty.

In his eyes, she was a blazing fire capable of easily melting him.

Upon saying this, he could no longer restrain himself. Despite having just undergone surgery and being unable to sexually perform, he did enjoy seeing her break down.

He managed to manipulate Alexis, turning her body into a puddle of beautiful wet mess.

With Evelyn just on the other side of the door, she couldn't make any noise.

In the wee hours of the night, all she could do was bite his shoulders to stop herself from squealing. Her voice was hoarse and tinged with moans as she cried, "Enough!"

Leonel looked up, with strands of his damp hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. His gaze was intense as though he was staring straight into her soul.

Seeing her so distressed, he murmured softly, “Are you going to run away from me again?"

"You pervert!" Alexis cursed.

Instead of getting angry, Leonel was quite pleased with her reaction.

If he was a pervert, perhaps she wouldn't dare to run away again!