And now it was Leonel’s turn to suffer the bitterness of love.
Now, in the chill of late February, Alexis stepped outside and inhaled the brisk air.
She was about to hail a taxi when her phone rang.
It was her father. His tone was grave.
“Come back immediately! Mark and Cecilia are both here.”
“I’ll be right back!” she responded.
A taxi arrived, but just as she was about to enter, a strong hand grasped hers.
It was Leonel!
His voice was hoarse as he said, “I’ll take you back.”
Alexis stood still, their hands still joined, her eyes fixed on their clasped fingers.
The taxi driver peered out of his rolled-down window.
“Are you getting in or not? I’ve got another fare waiting!” he said impatiently.
Leonel handed him a hundred-dollar bill.
Angela’s Library
The driver’s mood lightened instantly.
“Well played, young man!” he exclaimed with a grin.
He gave a faint smile and turned to Alexis.
“Let’s get in my car,” he said gently.
They settled into his car, buckling up, before Leonel broached the subject.
“Is this about Edwin?”
Alexis leaned back, murmuring her assent.
Their drive to the Fowler villa was quiet, the conversation sparse and centered around Edwin and Laura’s situation.
“I never saw Edwin ending up with Laura,” Leonel remarked.
Alexis offered only a faint smile in response.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the villa.