Accustomed to a life of luxury, Luis retorted, “Why don't you cook?"

Elva scoffed. "There's only a big old stove here!"

Luis eyed her manicured nails. Besides, city folk like them didn't know how to manage a large stove typical of the countryside... That included him!

Without another word, Elva flopped down and covered her head with the blanket, pretending to be asleep!

Elva feigned asleep, lying still as Luis couldn't resist stepping forward to pull her blanket. However, Elva pushed the blanket back and exclaimed, "What is that awful smell?"

Their faces were close at that moment, and in a flash, their Lips met.

Both of them froze in shock, especially Elva, whose eyes were wide with astonishment.

As soon as she regained her composure, she tried to pull away.

But Luis wasn't about to let her go.

Grasping the back of her neck, he drew Elva into his arms and kissed her with fervor. Gradually, his kiss became more intense.

"Luis... stop it! Let go of me! You Bastard! This is sexual harassment!"

Elva gasped, collapsing onto the hard bed. The pungent smell lingered, but it was now the least of her concerns. What irked her was Luis being on top of her, kissing her passionately.

Her body felt weak and tingly, especially where Luis touched her.

She was unwilling, resisting the idea of rekindling something that had ended long ago. Despite any lingering desire, she didn't want to be with him again.

Smack!

Elva struck Luis across the face, but the effort also left her sprawled on the bed, too weak to rise.

Luis, stunned by the slap, finally came to his senses. He was shocked by the depth of his desire for Elva. It had been a long time since he'd been with a woman, but he'd never felt such an intense need until now.

The only explanation was that he truly missed her.

Even when their relationship was at its lowest, he still craved her.

Yet, back then, he believed a good marriage needed more than just physical attraction; it required mutual understanding, which was why he'd chosen Holley.