Alexis was clearly irritated by his tone.

Until their most recent encounter at the airport, which turned out nice, it had been over six months since they last saw each other.

Surprised by his harshness now, she retorted, her voice low and controlled, “Leonel, can you stop being so childish?"

Leonel responded only with a piercing look, saying nothing.

His attitude effectively quashed any remaining desire Alexis had to discuss their children, and she began to step away, just as Hank moved to join her under the umbrella.

The sight of them together was a sharp sting to Leonel.

He fixed his gaze on them and commanded the driver coldly, "Drive. Now."

The driver complied without hesitation, and as they pulled away, the limousine kicked up a spray of muddy water that drenched Alexis. She stood there, seemingly unaffected, lost in thought.

After a moment, Hank spoke up softly, his words tentative. “You still love him, don't you?"

Alexis was stunned by Hank's words.

She wasn't sure if her feelings for Leonel still lingered, yet she knew he had always been the one who held her heart. Despite their separation, no one could take his place.

Those memories, both sweet and bitter, were intertwined with thoughts of him.

She preferred to keep her personal life private though. She sensed Hank's intentions were more personal than professional, given her keen instincts. Facing him squarely, she said firmly, "Mr. Flores, please consider our professional relationship carefully."

With that, she turned and walked away.

Just as she was about to call a taxi, Hank approached, seemingly about to reach for her hand. However, he paused, reconsidering at the last moment. Instead, he offered politely, "Let's set aside business for now. May I offer you a ride home?"

To his surprise, Alexis proved more resolute than he anticipated.

Clearly, Hank had overstepped. They were business partners, not a couple, so Alexis declined his offer straightforwardly. "No, thanks. I'll get a taxi myself. Regarding our cooperation, I'm sorry, but it's not going to work for me."

Hank, frustrated by her directness, couldn't hold back.

"What's so special about that man, Alexis? I might not have been a match for him before, but now he is-" His voice trailed off abruptly.

In Duefron, the topic about Leonel's injured leg was a sensitive subject, one that no one dared discuss openly.