NovelBarAlexis remained silent, her form motionless, even as he exited. Once alone, a solitary tear traced her cheek.
Leonels love had dwindled to mere possession, his fear of abandonment stronger than his desire for her happiness.
Alexis was all too familiar with this abandonment, living daily with the void of his affection.
Their communication had eroded to nothing. Their marriage, a deadlock of unspoken grievances.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLeonels visits were sporadic, yet he maintained his role as a father, tender with the children, cordial with Alexis.
Behind closed doors, however, they were estranged, their emotional bonds worn to indifference.
The whispers of discord in their marriage had reached every ear.
Waylens request for a private word with Leonel resulted in a composed exit.
Resolved, Leonel had decided against divorce, yet he refused to plead with Alexis for reconciliation.
He left the Fowler residence in a sleek black limousine. The driver caught Leonels dour reflection and inquired, Mr. Douglas, shall we return to the villa or head to the company? Leonel responded without much concern, To the company.
The driver maneuvered the limousine towards their destination. They arrived at the company headquarters, a testament to Leonels vision, erected just two years prior.
Upon their arrival, a sudden halt announced Anikas presence, drenched by the rain, standing resolutely before the vehicle.
She approached, arms folded protectively across her chest. In time, Leonel lowered the car window, a cigarette soon glowing between his fingers. What brings you here in the rain? The guy in the fancy car looked real suave, puffing on his cigarette like it was a piece of art.
Anikas chase after Leonel wasnt just about fame and fortune, it was also about admiring him as a woman.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe was crystal clear about that.
Smoke from his cigarette blurred the space between them. Then, out of the blue, Leonel looked her way And boy, was she a sight. She was drenched and her dress was stuck to her body. She couldnt hide a thing from a guy like him.
Her knees wobbled under his stare.
With a croaky voice, she said, Hey Mr. Douglas, | need a favor. | figure your wifes onto me, and its been rough lately. Works on hold, and my folks arent exactly rolling in dough. Theyve supported me through college and all. So Im begging you Could you have a word with Mrs.
Douglas? Maybe cut me some slack? Her eyes all teary as she pleaded.
Leonel just kept staring and took another drag from his cigarette, not saying aword.
His look made her legs turn to jelly.
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