Leonel let out a groan.

He was at his wit's end.

His attractive face flushed a light shade of red. He couldn't take it anymore, his approach now more brusque than ever.

They were done having sex before dinnertime.

Feeling weak in the knees, Alexis watched as Leonel helped her with her dress and methodically buttoned up his own clothes. He ran his fingers through his hair with an air of nonchalance, betraying none of the fervor from moments ago.

Observing him in this state, Alexis couldn't shake off a sense of irritation.

Leonel leaned in, whispering into her ear, "Freshen up. I'll keep Evelyn company downstairs."

Alexis turned away, feeling that her cheeks still warm with a blush.

With a slight smile and a tone of dissatisfaction, Leonel said, “We'll pick up where we left off tonight.”

In response, Alexis gave him a playful kick.

Smiling, he straightened his clothes and descended the stairs with grace.

In the bathroom, Alexis splashed her face with cold water, hoping to cool her flushed skin.

She then gazed at her reflection in the mirror.

Her face looked so radiant.

Gently touching her cheek, she marveled at how beautiful she Looked right now, something she hadn't felt in years.

Could this change be because of being intimate with Leonel?

The thought made Alexis blush with embarrassment.

Worried that Evelyn might come looking for her, she hurried downstairs. The servant had already laid out the meal.

Leonel, who had been so imposing earlier, now sat at the table, gently entertaining his daughter. He appeared so composed, showing no sign of his earlier intensity.

Evelyn, looking at a piece of spareribs, asked in a soft voice, “Dad, can Ollie have one? It looks like he wants it."