Leonel noticed her familiarity with many in the bar, but there was no hint of flirtation, just friendly exchanges.
This somewhat improved his mood.
Their conversation skirted personal matters, focusing more on work.
Finally, Alexis remarked with a smile, âStop sending blood bags here.
I donât need them anymore.
â
Leonelâs gaze intensified.
Alexis stood up.
âIâm going to the restroom.
â
Leonel nodded, watching her head toward a dimly Lit corridor.
However, after about ten minutes, Alexis hadnât returned.
Leonel decided to seek her out.
But as he approached, his steps halted.
There was Alexis, but she wasnât alone.
She was with a strikingly handsome man.
The stranger wore sunglasses and a cap, pressing her against the wall and conversing in hushed tones.
She didnât seem bothered.
Instead, she lightly patted his face, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder, whispering seemingly disgruntled words.
Leonel felt his blood surge in reverse.
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Although he couldnât hear their conversation, their body language hinted at something more than friendship, at least an emotional entanglement.
And Alexis didnât dislike this manâs advances.
Leonelâs gaze turned frigid, fixated on her until she noticed him.
She offered a gentle smile, lowering her voice.
âLeonel, maybe you should go on ahead?â
His tone was icy.
âAre you planning to spend the night with him?â