He squinted, looking towards the young man again. Clearing his throat, he inquired, "He seems handsome. What about his education and family background? How serious are you two?"

He posed several questions.

Alexis didn't respond to any; she simply smiled, her eyes warm.

Leonel felt a twinge of jealousy but maintained a generous facade.

“It's Christmas Eve. Why not invite him over for dinner? Mom and Dad have everything prepared and are waiting for us."

Alexis said slowly, "I don't think that's a good idea. The kids aren't ready yet."

Leonel's expression darkened.

After a pause, he opened the back door of the car and asked, "So, are you spending Christmas Eve with your boyfriend, or are you coming home with me?"

Alexis gestured toward the young man, indicating she was going to call him later, and then climbed into the car.

Leonel followed her inside.

As they settled in, the window closed. Leonel couldn't resist one last glance outside; he caught the young man's disappointed gaze.

Leonel feigned nonchalance, though a hint of displeasure colored his tone. "Isn't he a bit young for you? He looks like he's still in his late 20s."

Inside the warm car, Alexis removed her wool overcoat, revealing a black wool dress inside.

She glanced up at him and corrected, “Oh, he's actually 33. Not much younger than me."

Leonel remained silent, turning to gaze out the window. From Alexis‘ perspective, the profile of his face-the sharp jawline and pronounced nose-was clearly visible, signaling his irritation.

Alexis retrieved a thermos from the compartment and unscrewed the Lid to take a sip.

Leonel caught a glimpse and remarked with a hint of annoyance, “That's my cup. Yours is the light pink one.”

She paused, looking down at the thermos in her hands, and replied, "It's chicken soup. Leonel, you've really started taking care of yourself. What's the matter? Afraid you can't keep up with a younger woman?"

The driver blushed at her words.

Leonel glared at her. “Nonsense! What younger woman are you talking about?"