Unavoidably, her thoughts wandered back to his physique, prowess, and endurance, which were all exceptional. A satisfied smile graced Alexis' lips.

Early the next morning, the apartment door creaked open.

Calvin entered, bearing breakfast.

He had an impending out-of-town shoot that morning, so he had arrived early to spend time with Alexis.

The moment he stepped inside, he froze in sheer disbelief.

Stockings, a woman's blouse, and intimate little undergarments were haphazardly strewn across the sofa. A single glance would suffice to conjure up images of the prior night's escapade.

Calvin stormed into the bedroom.

Alexis still slumbered peacefully.

Calvin yanked her quilt aside, his tone laced with a chill.

"Who was it? Who spent the night with you?"

Disgruntled at being roused from her slumber, Alexis didn't mince words.

Spotting Calvin, she promptly delivered a forceful kick that sent him tumbling across the room. Grimacing through the pain, Calvin scrambled up from the carpet.

“Even if you're angry with me, you can't casually invite a man over to spend the night! Did he lay a hand on you?"

Alexis sat up in bed.

She was clad in pajamas, yet the neckline offered a glimpse of her smooth skin adorned with a faint, telltale mark, a clear imprint left behind by a man.

Calvin's eyes welled with fury.

Alexis reclaimed the quilt, propping herself against the headboard.

Calvin glowered at her.

Alexis responded with a derisive chuckle, "Who I share my bed with is no concern of yours. Kiddo, don't involve yourself in grown-up matters!"

"It was Leonel, wasn't it?"