A place was set for Leonel as they always did, but as dinner commenced, his absence was unmistakable, and his name remained unspoken to keep Alexis' spirits up.

The butler then interrupted with a delivery. "Mr. Fowler, this is from Mr. Douglas!"

Waylen stood abruptly. "Where is he?"

The butler hesitated. "He left the gift and didn't come in."

Waylen resettled into his chair with a soft smile.

“Well, he's very nice to bring me a gift. Please, take it to my study."

The butler nodded and ascended the stairs with the package.

Waylen glanced at Alexis. “Haven't seen him around lately?"

Alexis responded with characteristic frankness. "We have a case next week in Czanch. It's strictly professional.”

Waylen didn't press further.

Feeling unsettled, Alexis excused herself after dinner and ascended to the balcony to breathe in the cool night air.

In the back of the villa, she noticed a Land Rover, unmistakably Leonel's.

He was there, leaning against it and smoking.

Their eyes met, bridging the distance with a silent exchange.

In the deep night, Leonel's gaze, lit by the crimson ember of his cigarette, lingered.

He was fixated on Alexis, unable to tear his eyes away.

He watched her, a silhouette in the spring night, her dress flowing, hair dancing in the wind, her face a soft glow in the dark.

There had been so many moments when he had held that face close, their kisses fervent.

Now, he was relegated to observing from afar.

"Alexis," he murmured, an undertone of longing in his voice.