In a soft voice, she suggested, âLeonel, we donât have to keep struggling like this.
Itâs been three years- Maybe itâs time to leave the past behind.
We donât need to force ourselves to be together.
â
Leonelâs response was cutting.
âThen maybe you could talk to me nicely instead of leading me to bed.
â
He stood up and leaned in, his slender fingers gently pinching Alexisâ chin.
âItâs too late for that now, he said, before heading upstairs to change.
He swapped his casual attire for a suit and tie, adding a lapel pin that gave him an air of sophistication.
Alexis wondered why he was dressing so formally for a mere hospital visit.
As Leonel descended the staircase, he caught Alexisâ puzzled gaze.
Looking down at her, he said flatly, âYou should change too.
â
Alexis thought her outfit was appropriate a white shirt and knee-length skirt, suitable for her afternoon court trial.
However, as Leonel sat on the sofa holding Evelyn, who was playin with his lapel pin, he casually remarked, âYour clothes are too plain Alexis couldnât help feeling a bit irked.
Why did it matter if her outfit was plain for a hospital visit?
Nevertheless, she went upstairs to change, her annoyance simmering.
Entering the master bedroom, Alexis stopped in her tracks, surprised.
On the bed lay a soft red wool dress, accompanied by a dark-colored, thin overcoat and a pair of stockings.
The ensemble, she imagined, would look very feminine.
Leonel had prepared this for her? She couldnât fathom why he would choose such an outfit.
She wanted to ask him, but knew he wouldnât explain, especially not in front of Evelyn.
Perched on the edge of the bed, Alexis gently ran her slender fingers over the clothes, her thoughts drifting to her past with Leonel.
They had been good together once.
Had Serenity not entered the picture, perhaps they would have had a happy life together.
But life was unpredictable, full of unexpected twists.
What truly came between them was not Serenity, but their own state of mind.
Lost in thought, Alexis didnât realize how much time had passed until she heard a knock at the door.
Leonelâs voice, still carrying a hint of coldness, broke the silence.
âAre you ready?â
âJust a minute,â she replied.
Instead of using the changing room, Alexis decided to change right there, at the edge of the bed.
The clothes fit perfectly and flattered her figure.