Alexis couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity.

"What's this, Leonel?

Am I obligated to answer every call you make?

Leonel's reply was deliberate, each word emphasized.

"Considering what happened between us that night, considering we fucked three times——"

At the front, Ross' composure faltered. His face flushed with embarrassment.

The conversation was becoming too-- too indiscreet for him.

Alexis, usually unfazed, found Leonel's remarks excessive.

She laughed coldly.

"So, because you exerted some effort, you think I owe you something? You don't strike me as the type to hold such conservative views, Mr. Douglas!"

Leonel's response was low and serious.

“What if I do want you to take responsibility?"

Alexis retorted sharply, “Then you'll have to get in line! And then just wait patiently!"

Her biting words seemed to stir something in him. In a swift, unexpected move, he gently grasped her chin and kissed her.

Alexis had consumed some wine, but she was far from intoxicated.

As he kissed her, she bit his lip in retaliation. Leonel looked at her, his gaze enigmatic.

"You weren't this distant that night."

Unamused, Alexis lightly patted his face.

"I'm not in the mood right now!"

She then called out to Ross, half-jokingly, "Drive to the police station!"