Leonel nodded, watching her head toward a dimly Lit corridor.

However, after about ten minutes, Alexis hadn't returned.

Leonel decided to seek her out.

But as he approached, his steps halted.

There was Alexis, but she wasn't alone.

She was with a strikingly handsome man. The stranger wore sunglasses and a cap, pressing her against the wall and conversing in hushed tones.

She didn't seem bothered.

Instead, she lightly patted his face, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder, whispering seemingly disgruntled words.

Leonel felt his blood surge in reverse.

Although he couldn't hear their conversation, their body language hinted at something more than friendship, at least an emotional entanglement.

And Alexis didn't dislike this man's advances.

Leonel's gaze turned frigid, fixated on her until she noticed him.

She offered a gentle smile, lowering her voice.

“Leonel, maybe you should go on ahead?"

His tone was icy.

“Are you planning to spend the night with him?"

Alexis maintained silence, her gaze fixed on him.

Leonel, who had bottled up his anger all evening, finally erupted.

"If you're considering sleeping with someone, why not me instead?

Alexis, I'm still here, and you're about to leave with someone else?"