After a while, he turned to her and asked softly, âAny regrets?â
Alexis offered a faint smile, her response nonchalant.
âRegret what?â she questioned.
âItâs just a fling, I havenât lost anything.
â
Alexis always acted like she didnât care, which only served to aggravate Leonel.
She got up from the bed, intending to freshen up, but Leonel caught her hand, holding her back.
âWhat do you think about us?â he asked.
Alexis, touching his face gently, replied, âWhat do I think? It was a momentary lapse, nothing more.
You can leave now, Leonel.
His frustration was evident.
âSo Iâm just a casual fling to you?â he retorted.
Alexis didnât bother to soften her stance.
âIf thatâs how you want to see it, then yes.
â
As she quickly got dressed, Leonelâs discontent grew.
âYou enjoy being with me but donât want it regularly?â he questioned.
âIâm afraid it might get boring,â Alexis answered.
Leonel was at a loss for words.
Every time he tried to get closer, she pushed him away without hesitation.
She didnât outright reject a relationship with him, yet she steadfastly refused any deeper commitment.
Leonel knew better than to think a few more intimate encounters would change her feelings.
Her heart seemed tougher than anyone elseâs.
His phone rang at the moment, and it was from his company.
He rose to get dressed and, after buckling his belt, he said goodbye to Alexis and left.
Alexis watched him go, leaning against the cabinet with a light chuckle.
âTake your time leaving.
I wonât see you out.
â
Leonel paused, giving her a long, meaningful look before finally exiting.
After he left, Alexis washed her face and returned to her work routine, her appetite for lunch seemingly vanished.