She asked with a hoarse voice, “Leonel, do you even know what you're doing right now?"

He wasn't sure.

The only clear thought in his mind right now was the desire to keep her close...

Left with no choice, Alexis softly said, "I'll stay and drive you home."

Leonel muttered, "To Evans Gardon?"

"Yes."

Leonel gradually loosened his hold. Just when Alexis began to feel a sense of ease, he leaned in and kissed her.

His hand tenderly supported her head while his warm lips met hers.

They held each other tightly, as if nothing could part them.

His fever made the kiss more intense. His attractive features tinged with a feverish, ardent color... He kissed Alexis relentlessly as if he was under a spell.

Suddenly, he stopped.

He looked at her. Alexis softly shut her eyes and mumbled, "Why even start all this in the first place!"

After returning to Evans Gardon, Leonel was in a state of feverish delirium.

He was under Mark's care who promptly summoned an expert physician.

After examining him, the doctor said, "The fever doesn't just happen.

Did you by any chance injured yourself lately? Could be inflammation.

Please remove your clothes for a more thorough examination."

Mark remembered hearing about Waylen beating Leonel.

He quickly helped undo the shirt's buttons and turned Leonel to his side. He was startled when he saw his wounded back.

“Were these wounds ever properly treated?"