After saying this, she opened the car door, ready to leave.

There was no longer a need for them to continue this conversation.

She had once loved him, suffered from him, and now had no intention of accommodating him further!

The door opened gently, only to be abruptly slammed shut the next second!

Leonel spoke icily.

"Why does everyone else get a chance but not me?

Am I worse than them? Don't you want to try and see?"

Alexis leaned back in her seat, her gaze on Leonel icy.

"I'm not interested, Leonel. Did you really think everyone wants to dredge up the past?"

Pain pulsed in Leonel's forehead.

He was puzzled by his own behavior. He was the one who had walked away from her, after all.

When he had gone abroad at the age of twenty, he had embraced a new life without the Fowler family, relishing the freedom he found there.

He had thought he could repay Waylen's and Rena's kindness in a million ways, but not by marrying their daughter.

After much contemplation, he had decided to let go of Alexis, his childhood sweetheart.

Leonel seldom thought about Alexis, except when something reminded him of her--travels, fine wine, or an auction item she would Like.

Over the years, he had sent her many things, but she never responded.

He wondered where all those gifts had ended up.

After several relationships abroad and establishing his own career, Leonel began to miss life in Duefron, the villa he shared with Alexis, Marcus, and little Elva growing up.

During those years, he rarely contacted Alexis and hardly ever returned home.

His memories of her face began to fade.