Late into the night, Edwin, instead of basking in newlywed bliss, found himself compelled to meet with Leonel.
He knocked on the door when he arrived.
Leonel appeared, weariness etched deeper into his features compared to Edwinâs countenance.
Leaning against the doorframe with one hand, a cigarette poised elegantly between his fingers on the other, Edwinâs gaze bore into Leonelâs soul, each sizing up the other in silent appraisal.
After a fleeting moment of scrutiny, Leonel said softly, âCome inside.
â
Edwin, cigarette between his teeth, strode in, casting a glance at the red wine on the table and the pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray.
Drawing conclusions about Leonelâs recent hardships, he found some solace in it.
Pouring himself half a glass of red wine, Edwin took a sip and remarked,
âSuch fine wine treated like water from a tap, quite the waste, donât you think?â
Seating himself, Edwin leveled his gaze at Leonel and quipped, âSeems youâve got a spat brewing with Alexis, and Iâm the unintended pawn.
Whatâs your game, Leonel?â
Leonel reached for a cigarette, lighting it at a leisurely pace, a faint smile playing on his lips.
âAlexis hold you in high regard, doesnât she?â
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Edwinâs stare grew icier, tinged with smoldering rage.
His ire seemed inconsequential to Leonel.
Leonel was aware that Edwin was obviously up to no good.
Not holding back, Edwin rasped, âLeonel, Iâve spent half a year figuring out the Smith familyâs labyrinth, on the brink of reaping the rewards, and you come in now?! Lauraâs carrying my child, and timeâs ticking.
Iâve no bandwidth for tangling with the Smiths.
â
Leonel offered a smile and congratulations, and then sighed.
âI, too, yearn to be a father.
With Alexis carrying my children.
â
Observing Leonelâs nonchalance, Edwinâs heart burned with anger, his wedding night becoming the last thing he cared about.
The designer furniture met its demise under Edwinâs fury.
He spat words at Leonel, âKeep dreaming!â
Leonel, under the shimmering light, met Edwinâs rage with eyes that seemed to flicker with determination.
He said bluntly, âIndeed, I dream of having children with Alexis every night!â
Edwinâs patience wore thin, and a scuffle ensued.
âAlexis is a person! Not an object for your whims!â Edwin retorted.
âHah! You, raised in the Fowler family, now turn against them!â he continued.