"You should go!"

Alexis regained her composure and strolled over to the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning against it casually.

In a soft tone, she uttered, “This is pointless."

Leonel remained seated, his gaze fixed on Alexis.

After a prolonged silence, he ventured in a subdued voice, “Do you still have feelings for me?"

He didn't even dare to inquire about the nature of those feelings, dreading an immediate dismissal, an outright rejection from Alexis.

Alexis rested her head against the transparent glass.

She offered a gentle smile.

"Leonel, what response are you hoping for?"

Leonel found himself taken aback.

Alexis was more enigmatic than any woman he had ever encountered.

Unpredictable, proud, impervious to all his allure, his looks, wealth, and gestures of servitude. In her eyes, they held no value whatsoever.

He had to concede that version of Alexis was irresistibly attractive.

He could fathom why Calvin was utterly captivated by Alexis.

She possessed that charm.

Leonel was a man of pride, and he recognized that Alexis was even prouder.

Her gaze, perpetually a blend of chilly disdain and derisive mockery, kindled in him an insatiable desire to press her against that glass and surrender to his desires.

After a brief interlude, Alexis reiterated, "Just go! Don't ever come back!"

Leonel felt exceedingly embarrassed.

Instead of departing immediately, he tidied up the living room and prepared a fresh cup of hangover tea for her.