Leonel looked at Alexis, his eyes filled with warmth.

As Alexis walked towards her car, Leonel's driver quickly stepped in to assist, loading the luggage into the trunk and helping Alexis and Cordelia into the vehicle. Throughout, Leonel leaned quietly against the limo, his gaze fixed on Alexis until the car disappeared from sight.

Once they were gone, Leonel suddenly gripped the door handle, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

The driver, recognizing the strain Leonel was under, rushed to support him. "Why do you have to be so stubborn? It would be okay if you just stayed in the wheelchair," he chided gently.

With the driver's help, Leonel managed to get into the back seat, his back also drenched with sweat.