He held Alexis so tight that it almost caused her pain.
Leonelâs voice dripped with anguish.
Nuzzling her neck, he pleaded, âJust pity me this once.
â
Though he begged, Alexis felt sorrow.
Theyâd grown together, yet here they were, losing each other now.
Her hand caressed his handsome face and her fingertips traced his nose.
She offered no affirmation.
But in her opinion, their fate was sealed.
In their time apart that followed, Leonel had often wondered if Alexis had merely pitied him or if she still harbored some love.
He could never be sure.
Leonel clasped Alexisâ delicate fingers, his voice hushed now.
âLet the baby have formula, and you take your medication, alright?â
It wasnât for him but for her.
Alexis agreed.
Then she withdrew her hand gently, saying calmly, âLetâs go.
â
Leonel felt powerless.
He grew anxious, fearing her departure, yet he knew he couldnât hold onto her.
Fear of loss consumed him.
Arriving home, Evelyn and Daniel were missing.
Alexis inquired with the servant, learning the kids were with their grandparents.
She shrugged off her windbreaker, heading upstairs slowly.
In the master bedroom, Cordelia slept peacefully.
A servant tended to the baby.
Seeing Alexis, she rose quickly, greeting, âMrs.
Douglas.
â
Alexis said nothing, quietly approaching the crib, gazing at the beautiful baby which resembled both her and Leonel despite being just a month old.
Alexis couldnât resist lightly brushing Cordeliaâs eyebrows.
Coincidentally, Leonel entered.
He overheard Alexis whisper, âDo you want her?â
He caught his breath.
After what felt like ages, his fingers regained sensation, slowly unclenching.