Once alone, Leonel faced the scattered luggage, his eyes moistening.

He approached slowly, unzipped a bag, and began removing the baby items one by one, handling them tenderly.

He felt Cordelia's presence in these items.

His lips quivered. Alexis had done this deliberately, knowing exactly what would touch his heart-his deepest vulnerabilities.

She... Damn it!

Leonel carefully replaced each and every item after checking them, and then, despite the difficulty he faced moving around, he painstakingly dragged the luggage upstairs himself. He carried the bags into the nursery and unpacked them piece by piece.

Over the next few days, Alexis continued to send items through the moving company.

Leonel personally took each delivery upstairs, including some of Alexis’ belongings.

As time passed, his anxiety grew. He awaited Alexis’ arrival so he could tell her in person that their future together was non-existent and that she needed to remove her things.

However, a week passed without her appearance or even a phone call.

Eventually, Leonel and Alexis encountered each other at a social event.

Upon seeing Alexis, Leonel was once again struck by her beauty, even though he had known her since childhood and they had been married for years.

Alexis had dyed her hair black, enhancing her striking appearance.

It was a business party, so Alexis was dressed in a dark-colored gown. Her tall stature and elegant figure, complemented by light makeup and devoid of lavish jewelry, rendered her exceptionally graceful.

Holding a glass of wine, Leonel watched her intently, his gaze bordering on inappropriate and possessive.

Alexis noticed his stare but chose to ignore its implications. She greeted him warmly, “It seems you're in good spirits today, Mr. Douglas."

With his eyes fixed on her, Leonel responded with a forced smile, "I'd be in an even better mood, Miss Fowler, if you'd remove your belongings from my house.”

Raising her glass, Alexis replied, “I'm sorry, Mr. Douglas. But I won't be doing that."

Leonel's jaw tightened as he asked in a low voice, "What exactly do you want, Alexis?"

Leaning back in her chair, Alexis replied in a teasing tone, “You really don't know what I want?" She paused before continuing. “If you still can't figure it out, Mr. Douglas, I don't mind making it clear. I'm moving in this Saturday, along with the kids."