Just then, Leonel entered. With a warm smile, he offered, "I'll take care of Evelyn's medication. You walk Marcus out."

After a brief glance at Leonel, Marcus stepped out ahead.

The night air was brisk. Leonel gently placed a shawl over Alexis' shoulders, his voice soft.

"It's cold out there."

He exuded the air of a caring husband.

Alexis nodded and caught up with Marcus, who waited outside the living room. They descended the stairs together, reaching the parkin lot where Marcus paused, turning to face her. “I'm alright, Alexis."

Alexis stepped closer, adjusting Marcus’ collar.

“It's hard to believe you're fine. You haven't smiled all evening.

Are you certain Melissa doesn't care for you? She seemed straightforward to me, not the manipulative type."

Getting to the heart of the matter, she asked, “Have you thought about giving her another chance?"

Marcus' response was tinged with dryness. “Did Sylvia mention something?"

“Sylvia's just concerned. She was worried about how you drove over."

Sighing, she added, “Don't dwell on Leonel's comments. He cares about you, just in his own way."

The gentle night seemed to ease Marcus’ spirit.

He gazed at his sister, and then embraced her softly. "I understand,” he murmured.

Alexis returned the gesture, her voice comforting. “Drive safely. Mom and Dad may not say much, but they're worried about you too."

Yesterday, Waylen had gone to the airport to meet the young couple, but only found Marcus alone.

Concerned, Waylen repeatedly asked, "Where's Melissa?"

Under the weight of the situation, Sylvia had to admit, "Mr. Fowler ended things with her."

Waylen, troubled, spent a restless night, turning to Rena in bewilderment. “Our son is handsome, comes from a good family. Why is finding a wife so difficult for him?"