"You should go back now.

I've been occupied with a case lately, and I'm quite exhausted. I'1L also need to prepare myself to help Edwin. Mr. Douglas, I really don't have the energy to engage in a love game with you."

Leonel still didn't move.

His eyes were so profound that peering into them proved to be a challenging task.

Lowering her gaze, Alexis smiled with a hint of self-deprecation.

"You wouldn't understand the feeling of waiting for someone to come back. Leonel, the more I hold onto hope, the deeper the disappointment will cut. I don't want to endure that suffering ever again."

Leonel's heart trembled.

It felt as though his heart had been gnawed at, a painful sensation, yet it left him clear-headed.

His source of frustration stemmed from Alexis' refusal to accept him.

Simultaneously, he recognized that he could no longer bring her happiness.

Leonel was completely cut off from Alexis' world. Their pasts had long been buried.

After uttering those words, Alexis walked over to the French window.

She had turned away from him, her back facing him.

She spoke with a light yet firm tone.

“Please, don't pester me any further, or I'm uncertain about how I might react. It's in your best interest not to push me."

"I'm still affecting you, aren't I?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Alexis didn't answer.

She stood upright, gazing at the nighttime scenery beyond. In the corner of her eye, where Leonel couldn't see, a hint of tears glistened.

Leonel left.

The door swung open and then closed shut.