Alexis glanced at him for a few seconds before gently shaking off his hand, returning to her usual half-smiling, nonchalant demeanor.

She said, “You're overthinking it. Mr. Douglas, don't add unnecessary drama to yourself."

Leonel continued to stare at her with intensity.

Growing impatient, Alexis flicked her hair lightly and walked into the building.

Calvin promptly stood up.

As a top star, he clung to Alexis like glue, resting his head on her shoulder. There was at least a ten-centimeter difference in their height. One would expect their interaction to be awkward, but it wasn't.

Calvin leaned on Alexis with a sense of dependency that was palpable.

Leonel felt a sting in his eyes as he observed Calvin and Alexis together as if witnessing a reflection of the past.

He and Alexis had once shared such closeness.

Unable to bear it any longer, Leonel hastened his steps.

He didn't quite understand what he was trying to escape from, but he knew he couldn't endure another moment there.

His assistant encouraged him to head to the hospital.

However, he declined and made his way straight back to the villa. To his surprise, he found Waylen sitting on the sofa, sipping tea as though he had been waiting for him.

“Mr. Fowler."

Leonel spoke softly, hoping to slip past him and head upstairs.

But Waylen halted him.

“Where have you been last night? Alexis was out, and you were gone too. This house is starting to feel less Like a home with each passing day. Is it haunted that neither of you want to be here?"

With no other option, Leonel took a seat on the sofa.

With a meaningful look at one of the servants, Waylen signaled for a medical kit to be brought in to tend to Leonel's injuries.

The concerned servant, who had watched Leonel grow up, couldn't help but inquire, “Who could have beaten you up this badly?"