Leonel lit a cigarette.

He knew he shouldn’t, with the pain in his leg, but sometimes he couldn’t resist.

Like now, he just needed that drag…

He had seen Alexis with someone else and now he was feeling utterly useless.

Once proud, now hiding like a coward…

How pathetic! Leonel couldn’t help but laugh at himself.

The cigarette smoldered between Leonel’s fingers.

He was then abruptly pulled from his reverie by the familiar click of high heels-Alexis returning to her public duties after her work, her heels echoing through the corridor.

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Leonel, stirring something

that he nearly burned his hand before hastily snuffing out

didn’t immediately

gazing out the window in silence, his view frustratingly limited by his seated

of what he was waiting for or even

Alexis— perhaps she was enjoying her time with that respectable

too much, Leonel turned to Noreen and commanded flatly, “Let’s

ready to push his

by myself,” Leonel stated,

looked concerned and

Douglas, remember what Dr.

in the wheelchair for at least another two

his grip

persuasion was futile, Noreen reluctantly supported him as he stood, wincing as he clutched her arm with surprising strength, reflecting

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