Noreen trotted downstairs to greet her.
Tension buzzed in the lobby and rumors swirled about Leonelâs failing marriage and another child.
Noreen tried to chat but Alexis kept quiet.
In a hush, she said, âI need to see Leonel, now.
â
Noreen rushed to say, âMr.
Douglas is waiting.
Please, come this way, Miss Fowler.
â
Alexis grabbed her coat and stepped out, too preoccupied to notice the sky which was extraordinarily blue today.
Her steps echoed through the lobby and everyone eyed her tension without a word.
Noreen guided Alexis to the elevator and they went straight up to the top floor.
In Leonelâs office, Alexis spotted him by the window, his back turned.
âLeonel, what is it going to take for you toâ¦â
The man standing in front of the French window froze.
He turned, freezing at the sight of her.
Theyâd just met an hour ago but he felt more distant now.
A faint smile crept onto his lips.
âLetâs talk alone.
Give your phone to Noreen.
â
âLeonel!â
âYou can go but Iâm the only one who can help your father.
â
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Alexis handed her phone to Noreen.
Noreen knew she shouldnât stick around, so she left quickly, shutting the door behind her.
In the vast office, Alexis felt breathless, her face drained of color.
Waylenâs life hung in the balance.
Despite her loathing for Leonel, sheâd swallow her pride to beg.
She couldnât bear losing her father or seeing her mother suffer.
Understanding Leonelâs terms, Alexis murmured, âIâll do anything.
â
Leonel fixed his gaze on her.
âEven remarrying me? Being like we were before? Can you really?â
Alexis couldnât.
But she said she could.
Leonel approached, standing at opposite ends of the desk.
A pair of glasses lay there, something she rarely saw him wear.
He delicately put the glasses over his eyes.