Female NovelChapter 2348 Leonel was a proud man.
It appeared that Alexis regarded him as nothing more than a plaything; hence, she initiated their encounter as soon as they entered.
Evidently, she didn't take him seriously in the slightest. To her, that physical relationship held no significance either.
He rose and began dressing up.
Before long, the door resounded with two slams.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Alexis rolled over, gazing up at the crystal chandelier suspended from the ceiling. She murmured, “Not exactly elegant, but multitasking two things at once doesn't seem that bad.” Her body felt invigorated, and her worries had evaporated.
Alexis didn't concern herself with Leonel’s sentiments. He was accustomed to playing the role of the conniving antagonist, so what harm was there in her capitalizing on him once? She nestled comfortably into the beddings.
Unavoidably, her thoughts wandered back to his physique, prowess, and endurance, which were all exceptional. A satisfied smile graced Alexis’ lips.
Early the next morning, the apartment door creaked open.
Angela's Library Calvin entered, bearing breakfast.
He had an impending out-of-town shoot that morning, so he had arrived early to spend time with Alexis.
The moment he stepped inside, he froze in sheer disbelief.
Stockings, a woman's blouse, and intimate little undergarments were haphazardly strewn across the sofa. A single glance would suffice to conjure up images of the prior night's escapade.
Calvin stormed into the bedroom.
Alexis still slumbered peacefully.
Calvin yanked her quilt aside, his tone laced with a chill.
“Who was it? Who spent the night with you?” Disgruntled at being roused from her slumber, Alexis didnt mince words.
Spotting Calvin, she promptly delivered a forceful kick that sent him tumbling across the room. Grimacing through the pain, Calvin scrambled up from the carpet.
“Even if you're angry with me, you can't casually invite a man over to spend the night! Did he lay a hand on you?” Alexis sat up in bed.
She was clad in pajamas, yet the neckline offered a glimpse of her smooth skin adorned with a faint, telltale mark, a clear imprint left behind by a man.