With that, Calvin got ready to head upstairs.
He adeptly punched in the passcode at the elevator lobby.
Leonel’s eyes blazed with anger.
Just as Calvin was about to enter the elevator, Leonel rushed forward and landed a punch on him.
Calvin staggered back a few steps, bracing himself against the wall.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Calvin snapped, “Wasn’t it you who didn’t want her? You gave her up, remember? And now you’re upset seeing another man by her side? What were you doing all this time?”
Breathing heavily, Leonel retorted, “Even so, she’s not yours!”
“Is that so?”
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Calvin’s handsome face bore a mocking expression, but he remained silent, opting instead to land a punch on Leonel when he least expected it.
Provoked by his words, Leonel momentarily dropped his guard.
That was why he took a solid hit to the face.
The two men then engaged in a wild struggle akin to alpha males locked in fierce combat.
Each punch they exchanged seemed fueled by a burning desire to obliterate the other.
Half an hour later, a police car pulled up, and both of them were taken away.
Calvin hastily put on his hat, obscuring his face completely. Leonel taunted him, “Why the sudden shyness?”
Calvin scoffed in response.
“You really should worry about yourself.
You’re always hovering around Alexis, but does she even care about you?”
Leonel’s expression soured.
Calvin continued to needle him.
“I bring her medicine. She always gets headaches after drinking. She lets me stay the night, but how about you? You don’t even have the privilege to be in her house, yet you act like you own the place.”
With a trace of bitterness in his voice, Calvin added, “She’ll never marry. Give it up!”
Surprisingly, Leonel remained uncharacteristically silent, not offering a retort.
Leonel sat battered and disheveled in the car.