He swallowed hard, fighting back his emotions.
âStop being stubborn! Do you want to die?â
Alexis looked up at him, her expression unreadable.
In the dark, her cheeks shone with tears, her lips quivering.
After a pause, she spoke softly, âDonât worry, I wonât make any rash decisions because of you.
Iâll live my life.
â
âBullshit !â
He grabbed her with one hand, the other searching the car until he found a bottle of antihemorrhagic agent.
He pushed two tablets against her Lips.
Alexis coughed as he forced them in.
âAre you out of your mind, Leonel?â
Noticing the blood on her arm, he carefully held it, his voice full of desperation, âDamn right! Iâm losing my mind!â
On that rainy night, all other sounds seemed to disappear.
Alexis gripped his hand, her body shaking slightly.
âWhy did you push me away?â
Leonel had no answer.
He felt lost, unsure of what he truly wanted, or even if he had the right to want anything.
He forcefully led Alexis back to the house.
After their heated argument, he no longer cared about maintaining any pride.
He didnât mind limping in front of her.
With some effort, they made it to the second floor.
He guided her to the guest room.
Ignoring the mud on his clothes, he pushed Alexis onto the sofa in the living room to keep her still.
His voice raised, he called out, âLeda, bring the first-aid kit here.
â
Leda responded from somewhere within the house.
Looking up at Leonel, Alexis asked, âWhat are you doing?â
She tried to stand up but he pressed her down firmly, his overbearing manner making her feel uneasy.
Leonel placed his hand on her shoulder and shouted at the door, âHurry up!â
Within seconds, Leda rushed in and put the first aid kit on the coffee table, saying, âIâll bandage Miss Fowler.
Mr.
Douglas, you should go take a hot bath first, or your leg will start to hurt.
â
Leonel simply said, âYou can leave now.
â
Leda, looking concerned, hesitated but did not challenge Leonelâs command.
As she left, she locked the door behind her.
Now alone with Leonel, Alexis realized there was no way out.
She stopped trying to flee and instead sank into the sofa, glaring at him as she said, âItâs odd! You claim you donât care about me, yet you drag me back to treat my wound.
Leonel, have you lost your mind? I might have to find a doctor for you, otherwise, youâll probably end up with dementia when youâre older, acting like a complete fool.
Imagine, Evelyn and Daniel might have to scour the globe just to find you.
â
âAnd why donât you say Iâll be needing diapers too by then!â Leonel retorted as he knelt down and began rolling up Alexisâ sleeve.
He noticed several cuts on her arm, still bleeding.