Calvin, visibly dissatisfied, harbored a desire to confront Leonel.

Without Leonel in the picture, he believed he could have Alexis all to himself.

Even if she never married him, as long as she didn't get involved with anyone else, it was enough.

His status as a top celebrity didn't matter to him.

His affection for Alexis had been unwavering since he was 20.

After dinner, Alexis spent the night in the guest room and left at dawn.

Calvin was awake when she left, but he just stayed in bed.

He knew Alexis disliked being bound by anything.

He had managed to stay by her side for four years because he respected her boundaries.

Taking a taxi home, Alexis arrived at dawn.

The housemaids were already up and greeted her respectfully.

"Quiet! Don't let my Dad hear," she whispered, tiptoeing to the foyer and removing her shoes.

But just a few steps in, a familiar voice stopped her.

"You're back?"

It was Leonel.

Alexis, agitated, put her shoes back on and looked toward the sofa.

There sat Leonel, looking haggard in the dim light, surrounded by empty wine bottles.

“Oh, up early, aren't you?" she remarked dryly.

Leonel's face was stern.

"Can't even compare with you, Miss Fowler!