Leonel calmly replied, “Let's head to my apartment instead. I have a well-stocked first aid kit there."

Without much hesitation, Alexis got into his car.

Leonel had protected her, and now she felt compelled to tend to his injuries.

Shortly after, he drove to a skyscraper and escorted Alexis to his apartment on the top floor.

The 460 square meter space appeared luxurious. It was obvious that whoever resided there had good taste.

Settling on the sofa with a first aid kit, he reminded her, "Weren't you going to take care of my wounds?"

Having changed her shoes, Alexis sat beside him and gently cleaned the wounds.

"You were scratched so badly. Leonel, weren't you being a bit reckless?"

He looked at her and said softly, "For a man, it's fine. It would be worse if a young lady's face Like yours was hurt.”

"But a man's face is important too!"

She gently touched his face.

"Mr. Douglas, it wouldn't be good for you to be scarred."

"Would you still want me if my face was scared?"

In a low and serious tone, Leonel asked. His gaze was intense and the air was filled with an unspoken tension.

Alexis met his eyes.

In that moment, words were unnecessary. Leonel tenderly held her face and kissed her.

He carefully angled his head to avoid further hurting his injured face.

The kiss left them both disheveled.

Alexis was panting. Her long, slightly curled black hair cascaded over her shoulders.

Her slim frame wore a thin woolen dress.