He wanted her to have a baby here?

Sensing her thoughts, Leonel continued, “We'll relocate in a month. By the time Dad and Marcus find us again, our third child will likely be born... I'm thinking it should be a girl, as adorable as Evelyn!"

Deliberately attempting to please her, he suggested, “We'll name her Corazon. You know, as ‘heart’ in Spanish. And the baby will take your last name.”

Alexis was his heart and soul. Leonel had mulled over this name for ages and deemed it perfect.

Feeling helpless, Alexis stared at him. Was Leonel insane, or was she losing her mind?

She didn't reply, instead she moved upstairs.

Watching her ascend the stairs, Leonel's complexion paled. A servant approached him, asking, "Sir, would you like breakfast?"

Clinging to the chair's warmth, remnants of Alexis's touch, Leonel gently stroked it.

Despite their joyful lovemaking last night, he couldn't feel her warmth. Did Alexis no longer harbor any affection for him?

No matter his efforts or their magnitude, did they only evoke disgust?

Their relationship spiraled into an odd routine.

Alexis grew increasingly indifferent, showing no interest in sex with him. Despite arousing her desires each time with that same candy-Like pill, each passionate encounter left him feeling hollow in the end.

Alexis' derisive expression afterward seemed to ridicule his performance!

Leonel wasn't inept, but what saddened him was his inability to bring Alexis joy again.

She felt nothing when sober.

He'd attempted to evoke her emotions, yet all he received was pain and rejection.

Seeing her beneath him, her disgusted expression wounded him deeply.

Despite this, he still desired her physically.

Alexis observed, particularly during her fertile phase, Leonel would purposely engage in sex with her... Afterward, he'd tenderly caress her body and embrace her, dissuading her from taking a hot shower.

And tonight was no different.