A second kiss accompanied a crude remark. “It's just a week of recovery. You can't endure it anymore, huh? Does Calvin usually satisfy you the way I do? Under him, you..."

In response, Alexis resorted to a swift slap across Leonel's face.

The cloakroom, sprawling over 4@ square meters, fell into an abrupt silence, as if the entire space had muted, leaving only the echoing resonance of that impactful slap.

Undeterred by the reddening of his face, Leonel's gaze remained fixed on Alexis.

Her eyes, now tinged with red, conveyed a reluctance to engage further with him.