At her declaration, Leonel looked at her with fury.

Leonel was aware that their every move was being scrutinized by others at the event.

He had to maintain a positive interaction with Alexis, or he would become the laughingstock of the gathering.

Despite his efforts, Alexis’ actions deeply annoyed him.

Finally, he sneered. “What a surprise, Miss Fowler! But how could you plan to move into my place without my consent? Don't tell me you still miss me. Aren't your boyfriends satisfying enough? If so, I'd be happy to introduce you to some new ones!"

His tone was deliberately flippant, intended to provoke Alexis.

Knowing Leonel well, Alexis recognized his tactics.

Instead of escalating, she gently slapped his face, a gesture more intimate than injurious.

She then caressed his cheek, her voice sultry.

“Leonel, let's not say things like that again. Can we agree not to irritate each other from now on?"

Her eyes were warm and tender as she spoke.

Leonel found it hard to resist Alexis, especially when she behaved so affectionately.

He could easily play along, focusing solely on his own desires.

She would be so sweet and gentle and he would have everything he had ever wanted. But as someone living with a disability, he questioned his worthiness.

Alexis was still strikingly attractive.

And he was no longer his former self...

Leonel narrowed his eyes and gently removed her hand. “Please behave yourself, Miss Fowler. I have a girlfriend."

"Oh, really?"

Alexis' tone was calm as ever, her stare piercing as if she could see through him.

Eventually, Leonel retreated.