Alexis felt no need to explain Calvin's situation to Leonel. She simply inquired, “Where's Evelyn? I'm here to take her home."

Leonel paid no attention to her question.

He strolled leisurely to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, and drank half of it. Turning to face Alexis, he still said nothing.

Alexis' heart started racing.

In a lowered voice, Leonel questioned, "You're so detached. Do you have no feelings for me anymore?"

Alexis found herself at a loss for words.

Leonel glanced at the remaining water in his glass, a soft smile on his lips. "If you don't love someone, how can you be intimate with him? Or is it just about seeking thrill and physical satisfaction, Miss Fowler?"

Alexis, flustered, responded, "Leonel, let's not discuss that."

Surprisingly, he nodded. "Right. We don't need to talk about it. But if you can't conceive, will you come back to seduce me again for the same purpose? If you fail to get pregnant, will you Keep coming back and use me just as a means to an end, disregarding my feelings, only needing me for my sperms? Have you considered how it might hurt me or perhaps you just couldn't care Less?"

His words were direct.

He made it clear to her that he knew something.

Alexis realized that Leonel knew the truth behind their sexual encounter last night.

A heavy silence fell before she finally asked, "What exactly do you know?"

Leonel observed her silently for a moment, and then replied softly, “Everything. But what about you, Alexis? What do you know about me?"

Confused, she looked up at him, unsure what he meant by that.

Leonel closed the distance between them. He was only a step away, his breath caressing her face, a mix of warmth and chill.

“Three years ago, I underwent a vasectomy. And I never underwent a reversal surgery. Did you know about that? Alexis, it's impossible for you to get pregnant. Your efforts last night were futile."

His words were laden with blunt humiliation.

Alexis, facing him, swallowed hard, her response caught in her throat.

Leonel, his emotions reaching a boiling point, thrust a stack of documents before her. “Why didn't you tell me? Why choose to handle Evelyn's situation alone, abroad? You've kept the truth from me. You sought intimacy only to conceive... What if the next child has complications as well? What are we supposed to do then? Huh? Tell me, what should I do? What would happen to the baby?"