Alexis rose, noticing his Lingering presence.
She stated flatly, âItâs time to remove your wedding ring, Mr.
Douglas.
It might send the wrong message.
â
Leonel ran his fingers over the ring.
It was Alexis who had slipped it onto his finger.
He found it impossible to remove and hesitated to let it go.
On a Friday afternoon, Alexis left work ahead of schedule and returned to the villa.
The white BMW rolled into the villa at a leisurely pace.
As it halted, the servant Nova greeted cheerfully, âWelcome back, Mrs.
Douglas.
â
But quickly correcting herself, she added, âI mean Miss Fowler.
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Alexis nodded and replied, âIâll head upstairs to fetch something I left behind.
â
Nova wanted to speak but found herself at a loss for words.
She could only watch as Alexis ascended the stairs.
Without a second thought, Alexis ascended the stairs and pushed open the door to the master bedroom.
It remained unchanged, with the wedding photo of her and Leonel still adorning the bedside table.
She didnât linger, swiftly making her way into the closet.
She left behind jewelry, gems, and clothing, opting instead to retrieve essential documents for herself and her children from the safe, particularly their passports, which she stowed in her bag.
After gathering what she required, Alexis prepared to leave but caught sight of a piece of glass on the bedside table.
Pausing, she hesitated for a moment before walking over to pick it up.
Delicately spinning it around in her slender fingers, she chuckled self-deprecatingly.
In the past, she had deep feelings for him, but now she could only perceive the bitter irony of the situation.
Returning the glass to its original position, Alexis turned to depart, but before she could do so, she found herself enveloped in a firm embrace.
Stiffening, she tried to get rid of him.
However, Leonel held her firmly, wrapping his arms around her from behind, pressing his face against her slender back as he whispered, âIâm sorry, Alexis! Iâm so sorry!â
Alexis sneered.
âDo you find this amusing, Leonel?â
Leonel couldnât resist the temptation to touch her face.
He knew he was being despicable, deceiving her into returning.
Despite his deceit, he genuinely missed her and longed to hug her.
He said softly, âYou still care about me, Alexis.
Otherwise, you wouldnât have picked up this glass.
Please give me another chance.
I wonât disappoint you again.
Letâs start over, alright?â
âLeonel, youâre overthinking it.
â
Alexis pushed him away in exasperation.
Picking up the glass ornament, she turned to confront him, her smile chilling.
âIf this gives you any illusions, let me clarify: I find you repulsive; your touch fills me with disgust.
Every moment spent with you is nothing but endurance.
â