Leonel inquired, âAnd now?â
He pressed further, âNow that weâre married, will you continueâ¦â
Setting aside the clothes, Alexis redirected the conversation.
âLetâs have dinner.
â
As she walked past Leonel, he seized her wrist, drawing her into a warm embrace.
Though he avoided intimate contact, he gently ki*sed her ear.
âI believe in you.
â
A subtle tremor passed through Alexisâ body.
Swiftly releasing her, Leonel spoke gently.
âCome on.
Dinnerâs ready.
Letâs head downstairs.
Evelyn must be eager, and youâre well aware of her temper.
Sheâs just like you were as a child.
â
Alexis offered a smile and trailed him down the stairs.
The meal proceeded without any hitches.
After dinner, seeking to make amends for her recent absence, Alexis personally attended to her daughterâs bath.
She then went the extra mile, tucking little Evelyn in and reading her a story until she fell into a peaceful slumber.
Leaning against Alexis, Evelyn murmured drowsily, âMommy, you smell nice.
â
Alexis responded with a gentle smile, extending her hand to caress Evelynâs face.
Obediently, Evelyn shut her eyes.
Having also showered, Alexis, feeling a bit fatigued, leaned against the bedâs headrest and drifted into sleep.
The room was dimly lit, and Alexis awakened after a while.
Encountering Leonelâs gaze, she noted his freshly showered state from the guest room.
He inquired, âIs Evelyn already asleep?â
Maybe due to exhaustion or perhaps because it was the dead of night, his tone was remarkably tender.
He inquired about the child in a manner that mirrored an everyday fatherâs natural concern.
âYes,â Alexis affirmed.
Without delay, Leonel lifted her delicate form, suggesting in a hushed tone as they walked, âShall we head to the guest room?â
Alexis was no longer a naive girl.