His kiss was forceful, demanding, seeking to deepen it.

But Alexis resisted.

She fought back fiercely, kicking out at him.

Leonel seemed indifferent to the pain, using his strength to subdue her. Their breaths were heavy, their eyes locked in a mix of love and hatred.

"I still want to fuck you," Leonel admitted, his tone even cruder than before. He leaned in close, his forehead touching hers. “How often does he fuck you?"

Alexis raised her hand, intent on slapping him.

But he caught it swiftly, his lips finding hers in a gentle caress, only to be bitten in response.

He tasted his own blood, a sneer forming on his lips. “Biting me?"

Alexis's voice was ice. “What exactly do you want, Leonel?"

He should have been the one asking her that question.

He caressed her face softly, his words tinged with confusion and hurt.

"You left without a word. You must have decided to end things with me. And yet, you had my child. Do you still have feelings for me? Why then are you with Calvin? Why live in the villa next to mine? What exactly are you trying to achieve, Alexis?"

Her heart raced, fear gripping her that he might see through her pretense.

Yet, in the next moment, Leonel's words cut through the air. “Or perhaps he's not satisfying you, and you long for me?"

Without hesitation, Alexis' hand struck Leonel's face with a resounding slap.

The room seemed to freeze with tension. Leonel, unfazed and almost expecting this reaction, didn't move his face.

A smile even played at the corners of his mouth.

As Alexis shifted, he firmly pressed her shoulder, holding her in place.

He didn't give her the chance to leave.

After a long stare, Alexis averted her gaze, her voice softening. “If my presence bothers you, I'll move out. You can avoid me when I return to visit my parents. I've never troubled you, Leonel. I hope you'll afford me the same courtesy."