Alexis disapproved of his mischievous demeanor and warned, "When you return, you better not divulge the real cause of your injury."

Leonel glanced up at her.

Then, after a lengthy pause, he whispered, "Aren't you somewhat responsible for my injury? If you evade your duty, I can always summon that person to initiate legal action. I'll make it a public spectacle. Miss Fowler, I doubt you'd want the entire world privy to this gossip, would you?"

Alexis responded with a contemptuous sneer.

“Humph! Looks Like that's all you picked up while abroad," she retorted, a sardonic edge to her tone.

Turning the tables, she inquired, "How, pray tell, am I responsible for this? Shall I marry you, then?"

Leonel gingerly flexed his injured hand, his words deliberate.

“I'm not that greedy. I'll stay at your place until my hand heals, and you should look after me in the meantime."

Arms folded across her chest, Alexis peered at him skeptically.

“Did you injure yourself on purpose?" she inquired.

Leonel offered a faint smile.

He patiently awaited her decision, confident she wouldn't make a fuss.

She feared her family discovering the incident; on the other, she didn't wish to provoke Calvin.

Leonel felt a pang of frustration that he had to leverage his love rival's involvement to secure his place by her side.

Alexis remained tight-lipped.

For the moment, Leonel refrained from pushing her further. They exited the hospital and stepped into the waiting car.

In a casual tone, Alexis directed, "Take us to my apartment."

The driver, Ross, appeared shocked. He swallowed hard and inquired, “Is Mr. Douglas accompanying us?"

Alexis cautioned, "Don't tell my father about this."

Ross wore a displeased expression.