The sincerity in his words, however, was palpable.

Alexis found it impossible to decline this proposition. She was eager to create a positive family environment for Evelyn after all.

The prospect of having another child in the future further fueled her contemplation.

After a prolonged silence, Alexis softly acquiesced. Tears welled up in her eyes, betraying the internal struggle she sought to conceal.

Leonel, observing her tear-stained eyes, leaned in, tenderly wiping away her tears. “Don't cry, Alexis. Don't cry," he murmured reassuringly.

"I'm not crying," she retorted stubbornly, pulling the covers over her head in a feeble attempt to shield her vulnerability.

A sense of sadness enveloped her, and only she was aware of the extent of her reluctance to make compromises.

Perhaps this was the cost she had to bear for loving him during her youth.

Leonel had practically grown up alongside Alexis, understanding her inside out. How could he miss the current emotional turmoil?

He didn't coerce her. Instead, he embraced her gently, even with the quilt wrapped around them.

He tightened his grip on her, holding her close. It only hit him that she was truly back in this very moment, ready to share her life with him.

“Alexis, you're finally back," he said gently.

Alexis felt a lump in her throat and a painful throb in her heart.

She tried to speak, but words failed her.

Leonel didn't mind whether she spoke or not.

He just held onto her tightly. Downstairs, Evelyn's cheerful voice echoed. She must be playing with the puppy, full of life, and showing no signs of being unwell.

Delicately, Leonel pulled back the quilt, revealing a glimpse of Alexis’ face.

Her long hair was disheveled, and her nose showed signs of redness.

It appeared she had shed tears.

In a low, gravelly voice, Leonel remarked, "You've done a great job taking care of Evelyn. She's adorable."