Turning to glance at her, he remarked lightly, "You obviously have feelings for me too. Why don't you just accept me?"

Alexis chuckled.

"Do feelings automatically translate to marriage? I have feelings for the Labrador next door. Does that mean I should marry a dog?"

With that, she shot him a look as if he were a complete imbecile.

Alexis headed off to work, leaving an access card for Leonel on her way out.

He was free to go wherever; she had no intention of fetching him anymore.

Then, Alexis departed.

Leonel removed the plaster cast, swiftly organized the clothes, and meticulously cleaned the bedroom, Alexis didn't seem inclined toward household chores; even the bedding from last night remained disheveled, untouched by her.

Leonel tidied everything diligently.

Once those tasks were completed, he brewed himself a cup of coffee and initiated a video conference on his Laptop.

A company executive inquired, "Where are you, Mr. Douglas?"

Sipping his black coffee, Leonel responded with calm assurance, “At my girlfriend's place. You all know her, Miss Fowler from Sterling Law Firm."

Miss Fowler from Sterling Law Firm, huh?

It was none other than the daughter of Waylen Fowler.

Suddenly, those individuals weren't so composed. Mr. Douglas had displayed audacity by tangling with Miss Fowler.

Who held the reins in their relationship? Was it Mr. Douglas, or did Miss Fowler call the shots?

Yet, nobody dared to question it.

A profound reverence was reserved for their boss.

Leonel subtly leaked the information, gently disseminating news of his association with Alexis to the upper echelons of Duefron. The circle was so small that their relationship was destined to become common knowledge.

Alexis remained unaware of that development.