The room was dimly lit, and Alexis awakened after a while.

Encountering Leonel's gaze, she noted his freshly showered state from the guest room.

He inquired, “Is Evelyn already asleep?"

Maybe due to exhaustion or perhaps because it was the dead of night, his tone was remarkably tender.

He inquired about the child in a manner that mirrored an everyday father's natural concern.

"Yes," Alexis affirmed.

Without delay, Leonel lifted her delicate form, suggesting in a hushed tone as they walked, "Shall we head to the guest room?"

Alexis was no longer a naive girl.

Of course, she could discern his intentions.

Delicately tugging at his bathrobe, she uttered, “Today is a safe period for me."

Leonel carried her across the living room, swung open the master bedroom door, and strolled down the corridor. The warm yellow Lights lining the villa's aisle emitted an intimate glow in the silent hours of the night.

Upon hearing her words, he gazed down at her and uttered in a husky voice, “Alexis, do you believe that couples only engage in intimacy for the sole purpose of conceiving children? Are you suggesting that you won't allow me to be intimate with you unless there's a chance of pregnancy?"

Indeed, that was precisely Alexis' intention.

Yet she couldn't bring herself to utter an affirmative response.

The alternative would drive Leonel to madness this night.

Casting her gaze downward, she murmured, "I'm feeling a bit weary."

“In that case, we'll take it easy," he suggested.

Subsequently, he swung the guest room door open, striding purposefully toward the bed.

He gently positioned Alexis on the expansive, plush bed. The deep hue of the bedsheet accentuated her slim and delicate form.

Perhaps due to Leonel's prolonged abstinence, he allowed no time for hesitation. Grasping the back of her head with one hand, he steadied himself on the bed's edge while passionately kissing her.