But three years had passed and nothing changed. Instead, Leonel's jealousy flared up.

After speaking, Alexis turned away.

Leonel watched her for a moment before heading to the bathroom.

Soon, he emerged from the bathroom in pajamas.

Late into the night, Alexis shut off the TV, ready to hit the hay.

Suddenly, Leonel's phone chimed... For no reason, his heart skipped a beat.

He feared it might be the woman from the club.

To his relief though, it was a call from the Fowler Mansion.

When he picked up, Evelyn's sweet voice greeted him. “Daddy, I can't sleep. Can you tell me a story?"

Upon hearing his little girl's voice, Leonel's tension eased, and his heart melted.

He settled onto the bed with a fairy tale book and asked gently, “Why're you still up, sweetheart? It's late."

Evelyn persisted, saying she couldn't sleep without a bedtime story.

While Leonel read, his voice was soothing and deep. Occasionally, he stole glances at Alexis, almost flirting.

Ignoring him, Alexis headed to the bathroom. Since the servants were off duty, she took care of chores. Leonel's clothes were strewn on the floor. She gathered them for laundry, spotting a lipstick stain on his shirt collar.

It wasn't hers.

It was as if another woman had left her mark...

Gripping the clothes, Alexis pondered what was going on.

She no longer felt love for Leonel but she didn't expect him to be with someone else right after their intimacy.

With a heavy heart, Alexis glanced at the bedroom.

Perhaps Leonel had finally reached his limit... and wanted to end things...