When she checked her temperature, she found that it was 100.4 degrees.

Knowing the limits of Leonel's legs, she knew it was not right to keep him standing for long, so she pointed at the sofa beside the bed and told him, “Take a seat. Let me go get you a glass of water."

Leonel didn't refuse. Frankly, even before he got to the hospital, his leg had begun to act up.

After sitting down on the sofa, he gently stroked Cordelia's face.

Cordelia was still fast asleep, but her warm face looked adorable, and it emitted a faint fragrance. Leonel wanted to hold her close.

Among all the children, Cordelia was the one who looked the most like Alexis.

Looking at her was like catching a glimpse of Alexis in her childhood.

“Here. Drink some water."

Leonel quickly looked up when he heard this. Alexis was standing right in front of him, blocking the view of the light in the room.

She looked a lot more composed than before.

Leonel took the glass and was about to thank her when he heard her seemingly casual questions, “Where's your girlfriend? Didn't you bring her along?"

Leonel's heart skipped a beat.

He was certain that Alexis was aware of Hester's true identity, and her deliberate mention of Hester now only confirmed her intention to provoke him.

As he took the glass, he mulled over how to reply.

The following moment, his body trembled slightly. Alexis placed her hand on the back of his, a soft touch he hadn't felt in a long while, especially from the woman he deeply loved.

Any excuse or rebuttal became lodged in his throat, rendering him speechless.

He could feel her palm gently shifting, and as a couple who had shared many years together, even the slightest skin contact was enough to stir their hearts.

He sensed a silent stirring in his heart.

For the first time since his leg injury, Leonel felt an overwhelming impulse. Despite the clear awareness that the timing was wrong, he found himself unable to resist.

Alexis smiled. "Leonel, what's wrong? Why are you sweating?"