Putting away the dirty laundry, Alexis rinsed her hands. When she returned to the bedroom, Leonel had put Evelyn to sleep. Turning to her, he murmured, "I promised Evelyn I'd drop her off at school in the morning. Then, I'll drive you to work."

Alexis simply nodded.

She climbed into bed, lying beside Leonel. He was about to make a move, enticed by her scent...

Glancing at him, Alexis asked softly, “Did James arrange some company for you tonight?"

Her words caught Leonel off guard.

Alexis wasn't one to beat around the bush. "I found Lipstick mark on your shirt when I put it into the washing machine. It doesn't seem accidental or a prank," she said plainly.

After all, no one could approach Leonel without his consent.

In essence, he'd been with another woman.

Leonel knew Alexis too well.

If she discovered Anika and what happened at the apartment, she'd ask for a divorce without hesitation.

So, he chose to lie.

Facing Alexis' inquiry, he switched off the light, lay down, and replied casually, “Nah, James didn't set anything up. Probably just a prank. You know those guys. I'll deal with it next time."

He played it cool.

He knew Alexis wouldn't probe James. Even if she sensed something, she refused to be the jealous type. More importantly, she didn't love him anymore.

Just the thought of his strained relationship with Alexis made Leonel a little sad.

True to form, Alexis didn't push further. She simply turned away, silent. Leonel wrapped his arms around her slender frame and asked softly, “Are you mad at me?"

Then, after a beat, he added, “You know I'm always faithful, right?"

In the darkness, Alexis responded casually, "That's enough. I'm tired."

Hearing this, Leonel didn't say any more. But his hand roamed along her waist.

Alexis tensed, her heart racing...