Alexis offered a faint smile, her response nonchalant.

"Regret what?" she questioned.

"It's just a fling, I haven't lost anything."

Alexis always acted like she didn't care, which only served to aggravate Leonel.

She got up from the bed, intending to freshen up, but Leonel caught her hand, holding her back.

"What do you think about us?" he asked.

Alexis, touching his face gently, replied, “What do I think? It was a momentary lapse, nothing more. You can leave now, Leonel.

His frustration was evident.

“So I'm just a casual fling to you?" he retorted.

Alexis didn't bother to soften her stance.

"If that's how you want to see it, then yes."

As she quickly got dressed, Leonel's discontent grew.

"You enjoy being with me but don't want it regularly?" he questioned.

“I'm afraid it might get boring," Alexis answered.

Leonel was at a loss for words. Every time he tried to get closer, she pushed him away without hesitation.

She didn't outright reject a relationship with him, yet she steadfastly refused any deeper commitment.

Leonel knew better than to think a few more intimate encounters would change her feelings. Her heart seemed tougher than anyone else's.

His phone rang at the moment, and it was from his company.

He rose to get dressed and, after buckling his belt, he said goodbye to Alexis and left.

Alexis watched him go, leaning against the cabinet with a light chuckle.