The boy seemed intimidated by Leonel's menacing presence and Looked genuinely frightened.

Alexis, touching her forehead, whispered, "The check is on the coffee table. You should leave first!"

The boy grabbed his shoes and left swiftly.

He thought if he were not decently dressed, he might not have left in one piece.

Once the door shut, Alexis stretched and coldly met Leonel's gaze.

“Why do you still have the key to my apartment?”

Leonel didn't answer directly but asked, “You paid him to stay the night?"

"What's it to you?"

Alexis' gaze fell. "I heard you left home, which is good. We're literally nothing to each other now! Leave the key and go!"

Leonel picked up a wine bottle from the table, swaying it before noticing another empty bottle.

She had drunk two bottles of wine and then shared a room with a man.

He wondered if she was not scared of any consequences.

Alexis smirked. "Scared of what? Being intimate with a stranger I brought home? Mr. Douglas, you don't strike me to be the innocent type!"

Her words provoked him.

Leonel, his voice low, said, “Alexis, won't you ask about my wellbeing?"

She looked at him, silent.

She knew of his recent troubles.

Leonel had been beaten by her father, forced to make a choice, and had left home.

Alexis felt no sympathy for him.

The affection she once had was now all gone.