This time, Leonel didn't comply. He refused to let her go and pulled her into an embrace, pressing her against the steering wheel. Cupping her face, he drew closer.

"Alexis, you still carry a torch for me, right? You're suffering just like I am, aren't you?"

Her eyes red with tears, he planted a kiss on her.

It was far from a picturesque moment.

The kiss wasn't really blissful.