Yes, today was the day they had gotten married.
Leonelâs footsteps approached from behind.
He came in, tossing his coat over a chair back before sitting opposite Alexis.
It was then that she noticed he was still wearing the same clothes from the morning, including the particularly elegant lapel pin.
She rarely saw him dressed so formally- âIf you wanted dinner with me, you couldâve called,â she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
âWould you have come home if I had called?â Leonel asked, his eyes downcast.
Alexis watched as he put away the velvet box, seemingly deciding not to give it to her.
She didnât inquire about it and began to eat in silence.
After she took a bite, Leonel abruptly took the plate away, his tone harsh.
âTheyâre cold.
What if you have a stomach later?â
Alexis remained quiet, the tension between them palpable.
Leonel headed to the kitchen to reheat the dishes.
Returning with the warmed food, he poured himself a glass of red wine.
Alexis frowned at the sight.
âYou just had surgery.
You shouldnât be drinking.
â
Instead of responding, Leonel pushed the glass towards her, hinting for her to drink.
âItâs our wedding night,â he said.
Alexis hesitantly picked up the glass, swirled the wine gently, and finally took a sip, drinking half of it.
Leonel watched her closely before asking, âHave you made things clear with him? How did he take it? Is he okay with you marrying me? Did he argue with you?â
Putting down her glass, Alexis met Leonelâs gaze and spoke up slowly.
âLeonel, listen to me.
Just because weâve got married doesnât mean I should endure your sarcasm all the time.
Calvin is very important to me.
If you canât understand thatââ
Leonel cut her off, his smile casual, almost dismissive.
âWhat are you worried about? Mrs.
Douglas, relax.
Iâm not petty- I just wonder if Calvin can handle knowing youâre with me, that the woman he cares about spends her nights in my bed.
That at any moment, I can touch you, even be intimate with you.
It must be maddening for him, right?â
Alexis stood up abruptly, but Leonelâs stern voice stopped her.
âSit down.
Did I say you could leave? As I mentioned, it is our wedding night.
â
Alexis couldnât help but frown.
The light of the Luxurious chandelier in the dining room fell on Leonelâs handsome face, highlighting his blank expression.
âSit down!â he repeated.
âDinnerâs not over yet!â
Warily, Alexis sat down.
It took a lot of effort on her part to force a smile.
Finally, she gave up and asked, âWhere is Evelyn?â
Leonel lifted the half-empty glass where she had been drinking from, his well-groomed appearance complimenting his every move.