He chose not to respond, and Alexis chuckled, settling back in her seat.

“Then let's head home!"

Suddenly, Leonel suggested, “Let's go to the bar!"

Alexis turned her head to him, her smile faint but resolute. She wasn't afraid of the challenge. So be it!

She guided Leonel to a bar she frequented where the bartender recognized her.

He promptly handed her a cocktail.

Flipping her hair lightly, Alexis said, “Give this handsome guy a drink too."

The bartender glanced at Leonel.

He found him affluent and good-looking, potentially within Miss Fowler's social circle.

He prepared the most Luxurious drink for him.

Although Leonel attempted to pay, Alexis declined, insisting, “It's on me! I can afford a cocktail."

Leonel quietly observed her.

Leonel noticed her familiarity with many in the bar, but there was no hint of flirtation, just friendly exchanges.

This somewhat improved his mood.

Their conversation skirted personal matters, focusing more on work.

Finally, Alexis remarked with a smile, “Stop sending blood bags here.

I don't need them anymore."

Leonel's gaze intensified.

Alexis stood up.

"I'm going to the restroom."