Leonel examined the bathrobe in his grasp.

Curious, he inquired, "Has Calvin ever worn this?"

Unimpressed, Alexis retorted, "If you'd rather go naked, be my guest."

Leonel clenched his jaw in frustration; Alexis had a knack for getting on his nerves. She stretched languidly and announced, “I'm going to sleep. Help yourself.”

Leonel intercepted her, pleading, "My hand is injured. I can't handle water. Can you assist me?"

Leaning against the bedroom door, Alexis squinted at him skeptically.

She sneered.

"That's your true motive, right? You're here to stay and share my bed, aren't you? Leonel, your hand is nearly broken. How can you still think of such carnal things?"

Clearly, she had underestimated his shamelessness.

Leonel closed the distance between them, lowering his voice suggestively.

"I wouldn't mind you taking the lead."

Alexis was left nearly speechless, almost choking at his bold statement.

His audacity knew no bounds.

She decided she didn't want to engage further, turning away to Leave.

However, Leonel seized her arm, his voice low and needy.

“Could you at least help me freshen up? I feel sticky and uncomfortable."

Alexis simply patted his face dismissively.

"Either endure it or clean yourself."

With that, she retreated into the bedroom, firmly shutting the door.

Leonel's gaze lingered on the closed door, a wry smile dancing on his Lips.