"Alexis!"

Leonel called out from behind, his voice weighing down, "Regarding us..."

He was abruptly silenced as Alexis sharply interrupted, "I don't want you anymore!"

With that, she walked away.

The door of the hospital room swung open and closed.

Leonel stood there, suddenly feeling the sunlight piercingly sharp.

The assistant asked in a hushed tone, “Mr. Douglas, what's happening between you and Miss Fowler? Her face..."

"I hit her! She no longer wants me!"

Leonel spoke with a despair the assistant had never witnessed before.

The assistant remained frozen.

Alexis left the hospital and proceeded directly to her apartment, bypassing her office.

She needed some rest.

Sleeping meant steering clear of thoughts and harboring any resentment toward Leonel.

In the afternoon, she awoke with the intention of cooking. However, upon being confronted by reminders of Leonel throughout, she closed the fridge and opted for takeout. Subsequently, she commenced packing his belongings. Initially, he had brought four large suitcases. Now she crammed all his elegant clothes and accessories into them, leaving them in the living room.

She believed that Leonel would come to collect them.

True to expectations, he arrived in the evening, using the key she gave him to access the apartment.

Clad in a black silk robe and holding a wine glass, Alexis nudged the luggage with her foot, stating, "Leave the key. Take your belongings."

Leonel started removing his coat. "I'll prepare dinner!"

He proceeded toward the kitchen.

Alexis hurled the wine glass at the back of his head, red wine splattering all around.