Female NovelChapter 2332 Unable to match her in verbal sparring, Leonel opted for a straightforward approach and leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss.
With her head spinning and feeling light, Alexis was too lethargic to resist.
During the kiss, Leonel's hands continued their playful exploration of her figure. She gazed up at him, her finger tracing lightly over his lips.
“A '98 Lafite!” Leonel promptly removed her stockings.
His long, dexterous fingers elicited a sense of comfort.
Alexis abruptly embraced his head, gently nipping at his shoulder while suppressing any sound.
Leonel rediscovered her lips, engaging in a deep kiss that rendered her entire body languid. He murmured softly, “Is it him who tends to you so well, or is it me? Alexis clung to his neck, returning his kiss.
“Each has their own merits!” Her acerbic tongue was undeniably exasperating.
Leonel withdrew, leaving her in place. Sensing a peculiar discomfort, Alexis parted her crimson lips slightly, her voice husky.
“What's the matter?” Leonel gently grasped her chin and inquired softly, “Alexis, what do you take me for?” Even when he treated her that way, she offered no resistance.
He harbored no illusions that her sentiments for him had reignited.
It was far more probable that she simply didn't care and was simply willing to engage in the charade.
To her, he was no different from Calvin or any other man.
Well, there was a distinction.
In her heart, she held fondness for that youthful, vibrant young man, and to her, Leonel was merely an unwelcome intruder.
Rising to his feet, Leonel took off his coat.
He cast another glance at Alexis, appearing somewhat ill at ease, and experienced a faint sense of contentment.
“I'll whip up some hangover tea for you. Are you hungry for anything?” Becoming somewhat more lucid, Alexis shielded her eyes from the Light with her hand.
It was excessively bright, dazzling even.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
After a brief pause, she murmured, “Anything will do.” Leonel made his way to the kitchen, where most things in the fridge seemed to be spoiled.
He commenced cooking; like Edwin, he possessed culinary prowess. In less than half an hour, he had prepared a simple meal and concocted some hangover tea.
Alexis took a shower and emerged in a bathrobe.
She silently seated herself at the dining table.
Leonel served her the meal and settled down beside her.
“Digin”” Alexis ate in silence, her contemplative gaze fixed on the meal before her.
After a spell, she raised her eyes to meet Leonel’s and whispered in a soft voice, “Leonel, we could have been an ordinary couple, cooking a simple meal like this, enjoying a few drinks together. But we are not. So why this?” Suddenly, she swiped the dishes off the table, sending them crashing to the floor.
Pointing vehemently toward the door, she declared, “Leave! Do you think I, Alexis Fowler, lack for men who would gladly cook for me? ‘Who would share my bed?” Leonel maintained his silence.
“If I so desired, I could have men queued up from one end of Duefron to the other, all eager to cook for me and warm my bed without any repetitions. What do you take yourself for, fawning over me like this?” Alexis retorted.