Had a wild night and still up early. Was he not satisfying, or are you just that resilient?"

His tone was bitterly sharp.

Unperturbed, Alexis poured herself a glass of water, sipping and taunting simultaneously.

"I know Duefron well, unlike you, Mr. Douglas, who can't even find a place to drink."

She mocked, "You know, you could've brought someone home. No need for passive-aggression."

Leonel watched her coldly as she sat comfortably across from him, stretching her bare legs onto the coffee table.

“What, was it so intense he tore your stockings?" he asked.

"Yes! You're almost 30, right? You can't match the stamina of a 24-year-old!" she retorted.

Leonel clenched his fist.

"Is he really that good?" he asked, his voice tense.

Alexis blinked.

"You'll only know if you try," she teased.

Frustrated and unwilling to continue the conversation, Leonel stood up to leave but ran into Edwin halfway up the stairs. Edwin had stayed the night, anticipating the drama.

Seeing the early morning excitement, he knew Alexis was the key to handling Leonel.

Edwin naturally took Alexis' side. With an air of feigned ignorance, Edwin grinned.

“Everyone's awake so early, huh?"

Leonel, without a word, brushed past him and continued upstairs.

Descending the stairs in his thick white bathrobe, Edwin approached Alexis. She stretched out her leg.

“A massage, please! I've had a long night and I'm exhausted!" she said, half-joking.

Edwin, who had always shared a close bond with Alexis, began massaging her leg thoughtfully.