Her infatuation with Leonel was a well-kept secret. He embodied everything she had ever wanted.

Yet, Leonel avoided her advances with a cool detachment.

He gently pushed Anika aside and took a seat on the sofa, resting his hands on his knees while fixing her with an intense gaze.

Feeling let down, Anika closed the door softly behind her.

She smoothed out her dress and managed a strained smile. "You've finally agreed to see me! Have you spoken to Alexis?"