"Miss Fowler, having Mr. Douglas with you is a welcome development. Your father will be delighted."

Alexis shot Ross a meaningful stare.

It was evident that Alexis held the upper hand in their dynamic, effectively silencing Ross.

The sleek black limousine smoothly pulled up to the apartment building's entrance. Once they exited the vehicle, Alexis courteously held the door open for Leonel.

"Step out of the car."

Leonel complied with a gracious smile directed at Ross.

In response, Ross mustered a strained smile that bore more resemblance to a grimace than genuine cheer.

In the dead of the night, Alexis led the way, with Leonel trailing behind.

As they stepped into the elevator, a heavy silence enveloped them.

Leaning against the elevator's wall, Alexis appeared lost in her own thoughts.

Eventually, they reached her apartment.

Without pause, Alexis made a beeline for the kitchen. Nighttime had found her sipping on some wine, and with an empty stomach, she felt a pang of hunger.

Meanwhile, Leonel sought respite, leaning against the sofa.

She turned to him and asked, "How about some pasta?"

"You can cook?" Leonel reacted with mild surprise.

Alexis took off her jacket, letting it casually drape over the sofa.

She retorted, “I have to. How else can I cater to your needs, Mr. Douglas?"

With that, a hushed silence descended upon the two of them.

Particularly Leonel, he regarded her quietly for a prolonged spell before he spoke up, his voice tinged with huskiness.

"Let me handle this."