He buried his face beside Alexis' neck and spoke in a_ hoarse, anguished voice.

"Alexis, tell me what I should do. What do I need to do to bring us back together?"

With a faint smile, Alexis replied, “The past is in the past. We can't turn back the clock."

Perhaps it was because Leonel appeared particularly vulnerable that she was more considerate towards him.

"I'll take you to the hospital,” she offered.

Leonel refused, whispering, “Calvin is in the hospital. Aren't you concerned that he'll be jealous when he sees us together?"

Alexis had her drink and Leonel's hand was injured, so neither of them could drive. Eventually, Alexis summoned her driver to transport them to the hospital.

At the medical facility, Leonel underwent an X-ray examination.

The results revealed a broken bone on his palm, rendering Alexis momentarily speechless.

"You're rather delicate. Why did you brawl with that man?" she chided, puzzled by his choice.

Leonel remained tight-lipped, allowing the nurse to cast his hand in plaster. The nurse was surprised as she rarely encountered such a handsome patient.

Of course, she had never laid eyes on anyone as striking as Alexis.

Alexis exuded an air of sophistication.

Her facial features and figure were impeccable. Clad in a shirt, her curves were accentuated by the way it hugged her breasts and tapered her waist.

The nurse couldn't help but conjure mental images of Leonel and Alexis together.

Lost in thought, she became careless and inadvertently inflicted further discomfort upon Leonel.

Leonel sought solace, burying his face in the comforting curve of Alexis' soft belly. She playfully tugged at his ebony locks and remarked, “Leonel, you're nearly thirty. Do you think you're still a baby?"

The nurse discreetly smiled from her amusement, covering her mouth with her hand.

Leonel nestled against Alexis, his voice a hushed murmur.

"It really hurts."