Leonel whispered in her ear again, "You've just given birth, so you're still delicate. Let me help you wash up. I promise, I don't have any other intentions. Would you like me to swear to God on this?"

Alexis murmured nonchalantly, "Save it. A man's promise is the least valuable thing in this world."

Leonel drew nearer and spoke in a low, husky voice. “Alright, tell me your plan then. I'm listening, Alexis."

Outside, the night was dark and quiet, while inside, the room was brightly lit and beautiful. Alexis, dressed in a white nightdress, had her long, dark brown hair flowing down her back. Though he had never entertained thoughts of intimacy with her at this moment, Leonel still felt drawn to her.

He found himself unable to resist wrapping his arms around Alexis‘ waist, holding her tightly.