NovelOnlineChapter 3811
Leonel remained silent as he stared back at her.
Eventually, he replied with a similarly hoarse tone, “It’s late.
Tfor bed.
He then began to organize his belongings, preparing for the night.
Leonel rarely spent the night at the Fowlers’ now, likely to sidestep any gossips, particularly since his divorce
with Alexis.
However, his car had broken down upon arrival, and with no word from Ross yet, he opted to stay the night this
tHis bedroom remained unchanged.
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“Good night,” he murmured to Alexis as he ascended the stairs.
Aware of his evasion, Alexis didn’t press further.
She offered a gentle smile and echoed, “Good night.
Later that night, Alexis found herself awake unusually late, perhaps stirred by the snow outside.
She reveled in the silence of the snowy evening.
Restless in bed, she thought she could hear the whisper of snowflakes touching the ground.
Drawn to the scene, she rose and approached the window to gaze at the wintry night.
The room was dim, lit only by the soft moonlight from outside.
The chill night air felt sharp as needles, and the snow seemed to sting.
Moisture fogged the French window, a result of the temperature difference.
Alexis breathed on it gently and then traced two names with her slender, pale fingers-Alexis, Leonel.
She had done this unconsciously, a gesture ingrained from her younger days.
On every snowy night, even after he had left Duefron for abroad, she had written his name.
Alexis lingered by the window for a long while, until she detected unusual footsteps in the corridor.
Could it be... Leonel?
Startled, Alexis quickly returned to her bed, feigning sleep.
Within moments, there was activity in the adjacent parlor-someone had entered.
Soon after, he walked into the bedroom.
Alexis cracked her eyes open slightly.
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She saw Leonel, carrying something in his hand.
Huh, playing Santa Claus, are we? She thought.
Making no movement or sound, Alexis waited patiently for Leonel’s next move.
Soon, he sat at the edge of the bed, close enough that he could touch her.
And he did.
His warm hand gently brushed her cheek, a fleeting caress.
He then gazed at her silently in the dark.
The moment lingered until Alexis thought he might stay there until dawn.
But suddenly, Leonel spoke up.
His voice was slightly hoarse but clear as he whispered, “Happy Christmas, Alexis!”
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