Luis gently removed her hand.

His gaze was intense. “I'm serious, Elva!"

Elva's expression turned serious. "If this isn't a joke, it's even more absurd! Luis, what happened between us in the mountains is inconsequential. We lived together for two years previously, and a few more nights together won't change anything... Do you believe sleeping with me once more will suddenly make you fall head over heels in love with me?"

“What if it does?"

Luis' gaze was profound, deep, and mysterious.

Elva chastised him for his craziness and attempted to shut the door.

However, Luis anticipated her move and wedged himself in the doorway.

Elva had only returned home the previous night, and her apartment was in disarray, with underwear and socks scattered on the sofa.

Luis was taken aback by the sight.

Elva firmly shut the door, adjusting her pajamas, and yawning, she said, "If you're serious about me, then come inside. You mentioned wanting to marry me, didn't you? Show some sincerity. Help me tidy up the place, and I'll think about it."

She was convinced that Luis wouldn't lower himself to perform such tasks for a woman.

He had never done such things before after all. And certainly, he wouldn't handle a woman's undergarments and socks.

However, Luis asked softly, “If I clean up this place, will you agree to marry me?"

Elva rolled her eyes. "I'll kindly consider it."

Feeling fatigued, she returned to the bedroom to catch up on sleep.

Luis found her bright and sharp personality both irritating and amusing. He finally understood why he had grown weary during their time together.

It was because Elva was too flawless.

Being with someone too perfect didn't evoke any emotional fluctuations. Conversely, Elva's current demeanor made him feel intrigued and rejuvenated. She likely didn't realize how much he appreciated her intentional mischievousness.

Luis kept the video from her.

He understood her temperament. If he revealed everything at once, she would be enraged, and he would risk losing his place.