Leonel felt torn.

He tried to suppress his longing for her, yet he couldn’t help but yearn.

He opened the door to the guest room, only to find Alexis wasn’t on the sofa anymore.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

She was probably drying off.

Standing there, Leonel was flooded with memories.

They had been married for years, and he knew every inch of her body intimately.

His throat tightened at the thought, but he resisted the urge to go in.

Instead, he placed the clothes on the king-sized bed, making sure she would see them when she came out.

He went downstairs and asked the servant to make some ginger tea for Alexis.

The servant replied, “I’ve already made some.

up in this kind

Don’t worry, Mr.

Douglas.

and returned to

room was neat and

the sofa, lost in thought

some time,

showered and lay in bed

in the same house,

tossed and turned

darkness, he listened to the relentless rain outside, the sounds of the servant moving about, and the occasional creak of doors opening and closing…

quietly longed for

there was an urgent knock on

The servant announced, “Mr.

you need to

Fowler might have a fever;

sense of

to the guest room, where a single bedside

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