Inside the warm car, Alexis removed her wool overcoat, revealing a black wool dress inside.
She glanced up at him and corrected, âOh, heâs actually 33.
Not much younger than me.
â
Leonel remained silent, turning to gaze out the window.
From Alexisâ perspective, the profile of his face-the sharp jawline and pronounced nose-was clearly visible, signaling his irritation.
Alexis retrieved a thermos from the compartment and unscrewed the Lid to take a sip.
Leonel caught a glimpse and remarked with a hint of annoyance, âThatâs my cup.
Yours is the light pink one.
â
She paused, looking down at the thermos in her hands, and replied, âItâs chicken soup.
Leonel, youâve really started taking care of yourself.
Whatâs the matter? Afraid you canât keep up with a younger woman?â
The driver blushed at her words.
Leonel glared at her.
âNonsense! What younger woman are you talking about?â
Ignoring his reaction, Alexis took a sip from the thermos, her actions fluid and unconcerned.
Leonelâs eyes lingered on her lips, and he wondered if she realized she was overstepping boundaries.
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Werenât they practically family now?
He told himself not to overthink it.
Perhaps he was reading too much into her actions, and she hadnât intended any seduction.
Lost in thought, he suddenly realized he was holding the thermos.
Leaning back in the leather seat, her head propped on her hand, Alexis smiled.
âItâs good for you.
Daniel mentioned youâve been making progress lately.
I noticed youâre walking much better.
With the cold weather, does your leg still bother you?â
Leonel instinctively reached for his left leg.
After a long silence, Leonel spoke in a low voice, âItâs much better.
It doesnât hurt as much anymore, but it still looks terrible.
â
Alexis watched him intently.
Just as he thought she would remain silent, she murmured, âThose who truly love you wonât be scared away by some scars.
â
Leonel trembled slightly.
He turned to speak to her, but she had already straightened up and was typing a message.
The profile picture of the person she was messaging appeared to be of a young man.
A twinge of jealousy surged through Leonel.
Their conversation stalled as the black limousine glided along the city streets.
After a while, Alexis noticed the driver had slowed down and seemed to take a scenic detour along the river.
She found it tedious.
Tapping on the partition, she said, âIf you keep taking detours, we wonât be eating until midnight.
â