To her, this was far from an act of love; it felt like an ordeal, leaving her cold and detached through the encounter.

Leonel was relentless, showering her with kisses.

When the moment to exit the car arrived, he ushered Alexis out. The evening had settled in, and the air was rich with the aroma of dinner being prepared from the neighboring houses.

Ignoring the temptations of the dinner table, Leonel scooped Alexis into his arms and headed straight upstairs. Alexis, resigned to her fate, questioned him icily, “What's your plan, Leonel? Forcing it onto me isn't right, is it?"

Leonel, unfazed, continued his ascent.

His features gleamed under the opulent chandelier above.

Meeting her gaze, he smirked, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

“What's so wrong about it? I'm merely being a husband to my wife.”

He paused, then added, "Mrs. Douglas, it's natural for married couples, don't you think? It satisfies both our desires. Or do you not see it that way?"

Alexis burned with rage at his words.

She saw through his act; he was marking his territory, reminding her of the bond they shared, underscoring that he was indeed her husband.

Satisfying the desires of both? What bullshit!

“I don't care about satisfying each other's needs!" Alexis spat out, her tone dripping with disdain.

Leonel leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her lips before murmuring, "You'll come around, babe. Your cravings will catch up soon enough."

With a swift kick, he flung open the door to the main bedroom, the anticipation thickening the air.

Thrown onto the expansive bed, Alexis felt a whirlwind of sensations.

Before she could gather her bearings, Leonel was upon her, his shirt quickly discarded as he flooded the room with Light.

The brightness stung her eyes, aggravating her.

Annoyed, she lashed out, branding him a pervert.

Hovering over her, Leonel locked eyes with her, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not digging the spotlight, huh? Or maybe you're just shy? I thought we were past that, babe. I thought we were all about honesty."