Focused on Leonelâs response, Alexis awaited his explanation.
Expressing her sentiments, Alexisâ voice carried a subtle tension.
âOur future should have been discussed when you proposed.
Shouldnât decisions about our future be mutual? Leonel, this doesnât sit well with me.
â
He underwent the procedure for her well-being.
But he should have told her about it; otherwise, she might carry a lifelong regret, believing she couldnât bear children.
She would therefore feel sorry for him in the future, not knowing the truth and simply believing she was unable to provide him with a complete family.
An emotional tinge colored Alexisâ nose.
It had been years since she last felt such vulnerability.
It wasnât about someone failing her.
Rather, it was the realization that everything wasnât as she had envisioned it to be.
Breaking the prolonged silence, Leonel gently implored, âAlexis, come home.
We can sit down and talk.
â
With lowered eyes, Alexis confessed, âLeonel, Iâm feeling a bit upset.
â
Understanding her emotions, Leonel adopted a conciliatory tone.
âLet me clarify, alright? Either return home or share your location, and Iâll come to get you.
â
Hindered by her emotional state, Alexis refrained from driving.
Despite her intention to take a taxi, Leonel insisted on fetching her.
Eventually, she relented and provided him with the address.
In no time, Leonel arrived, covering the distance in approximately 20 minutes.
Spotting Alexis at Fortune Square, he observed her squatting, captivated by children engaged in a chase with a dove, lost in contemplation.
Approaching, Leonel mirrored her posture, tenderly running his fingers through her hair.
âItâs late, and you havenât headed home.
The other kids have already left.
â
Casting a sidelong glance at him, Alexis sniffed, cautioning, âDonât attempt this.
â
Assisting her to rise, Leonel inquired, âFeeling hungry? Shall we dine out or head home?â
Opting for an outdoor conversation amidst the crowd for better restraint, Alexis considered the multitude as a buffer.