Her efforts were halted when he firmly grasped her arm and pressed her against the rough bark of a tree. The coarse texture scraped against her delicate skin and caused mild discomfort. But, the secluded nature of their surroundings added a different, more stirring dimension to the moment.

Leonel leaned in close, his presence felt at the back of her neck.

She anticipated a kiss, but it never came.

One hand held his cigarette and he used his free fingers to trace the spot where Calvin had kissed her.

The touch began softly, and then grew more intense and firm.

Leonel's actions grew increasingly forceful as if he was attempting to rub the piece of flesh off.

“What's the point?" Alexis murmured in a soft voice, “Don't waste your energy."

Leonel's gaze lifted and met hers.

He fixed a deep gaze on her and his voice was rough with emotion.

"You knew I was going to follow you so you orchestrated the scene. What was your aim? You wanted to prove that I still want you and I'm jealous and upset about this?"

Ashamed by his accusation, Alexis averted her gaze.

"Do you realize what you're doing?" she asked.

“I'm fully aware," he responded. His voice even raspier than before, as he moved closer to her. “I really want to fuck you," he whispered.

This declaration sparked a fierce reaction in Alexis, who pushed him away.

Leonel was determined not to let Alexis go this time, regardless of their chaotic relationship.

They were entangled in a contentious battle over the custody of Evelyn. Despite their current animosity, one undeniable truth remained—

He still had feelings for Alexis.

Since she left, Leonel had been afflicted with a metaphorical ailment.

It was an emotional void, for which Alexis seemed to be the only cure.

As she stood before him, he saw her as the remedy to his Longing.