If she could have truly accepted someone else, how could they still be together after all these years?

Facing him squarely, she gave him no room to retreat. "At our age, we are neither young nor flawless. Leonel, let's give it a chance."

Leonel looked deeply into her eyes.

After a reflective pause, he set the glass down on the desk and tenderly kissed her.

The kiss was gentle, a touch dry, reflecting the moment's cautious tenderness.

Their foreheads pressed together, noses brushed against each other, lips just barely touching. They were so close, their breaths mingling.

“Alexis, are you turned on right n ow?" he whispered.

“A Little," she replied, a playful note in her voice. "Too bad we don't have lube here.”

Leonel playfully chided her, his voice low and hoarse, "You're quite the tease now."

In response, she playfully stepped on his foot with her high heel, her boldness mixed with a hint of challenge-the look he adored. "I also bought some daring new outfits. Interested?"

He did want to see them; any man would.

Yet, Leonel felt uneasy about such intimacies in the office, his blush spreading from his neck to h is ears.

Alexis was clearly enjoying this.

Seeing his reaction, she leaned in and whispered with a teasing smile, "I'm off on a business trip tomorrow morning. Sorry, Mr. Douglas, I won't be around for a while."

Leonel responded with another playful spank, feigning protest at her tease.

Alexis then turned her attention back to her work, settling at her desk. Glancing at the documents, she casually mentioned, "Did Ross drive you here? Tell him to head back. You can take my car later."

She didn't shy away from the fact that Leonel could no longer drive.

Since they had decided to be together, these realities were unavoidable in daily life. Constantly treading carefully would only exhaust them both.

Alexis chose to be forthright.

As she expected, once Leonel had processed this, he moved on.