"You can head back. I'm not intoxicated."

She had indeed imbibed some alcohol but was far from being inebriated.

Observing that she could still maintain her balance, her assistant nodded and departed first.

Leaning against the elevator wall, Alexis awaited its arrival. With a "ding," the doors parted, and she glanced up.

Leonel stood by her door, clad in a black leisure jacket, clutching an insulated food container, his demeanor implying he had waited there for an extended period.

Alexis remained inside the elevator.

She regarded him, her eyes veiled.

The elevator door continued its ceaseless cycle of opening and closing.

Eventually, Alexis stepped out, moving with a languid grace. She employed her access card to unlock the apartment door.

Leonel trailed behind her, and she made no attempt to stop him. She nonchalantly tossed her briefcase onto the sofa, shedding her coat and collapsing onto the couch in one fluid motion.

She adorned a red blouse paired with black trousers.

Her distinctly feminine and seductive aura was undeniable.

Leonel placed his items on the dining table and stated, "I've prepared some hangover tea for you to sober up and two types of snacks you used to adore when you were young."

Throughout the entire exchange, Alexis maintained an unwavering gaze at him without blinking.

After a while, she let out a soft laugh, her voice unexpectedly taking on a rare, gentle, and flirty tone.

"Leonel, do you know what I currently fancy to eat?"

Leonel's body tensed.

He pivoted to face Alexis, who met his gaze without hesitation. She even casually kicked off her high heels. Subsequently, neither could recall how it began.

The moment awareness hit them, they were already engrossed in a fervent kiss.

Leonel clasped her waist tightly, consuming her with an almost voracious hunger. Unrestrained gasps and moans reverberated through the apartment, their mere audibility enough to redden cheeks and ignite desire.