The memories of his time with Melissa felt like a distant dream.
Sometimes, waking up at night, Marcus wondered if Melissa had been nothing but an illusion.
The photo from Leonel was a stark reminder that it was all real.
A faint smile crossed Marcusâ face, acknowledging Leonelâs ruthless method of revenge.
He was certain Alexis shouldnât know about this.
Not feeling inclined to share this with Alexis, Marcus tried to erase it from his memory, but it was hard.
Eventually, he found himself almost resenting Leonel for telling him something like that in the first place.
After dinner, Leonel departed with his wife and daughter.
They had only been driving for five minutes when Evelyn, overcome with sleepiness, couldnât resist closing her eyes.
Leonel glanced at Evelyn in the rearview mirror.
Gently, he said, âLet her sleep.
Iâll carry her upstairs after we park.
Alexis nodded in agreement.
She softly patted Evelyn, who soon drifted off to sleep.
Alexis then wrapped her in a blanket.
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Turning up the carâs heater, Leonel drove with a softened gaze.
The years of separation from Alexis, and the time she had spent with Calvin, were painful memories for him.
Yet, because of Evelyn, Leonel had found a way to move past them.
He drove in silence for a while before speaking up again softly.
âLetâs use the guest room tonight.
We shouldnât disturb Evelyn; sheâs a light sleeper.
â
Alexisâ cheeks flushed.
She turned slightly away, teasing, âFocus on the road.
Whatâs on your mind?â
Leonel raised an eyebrow, his thoughts clear.
Beyond his hope for another child with Alexis, he was, after all, a man with normal desires.
It wasnât unusual for a man his age to be intimate multiple times a week, and even twice in one night.
He knew Alexisâ desires had mellowed over time.
But he remembered that day before his business trip when they made out in the bathroom.
and Alexis had seemed quite spirited.