Chloe's sharp gaze didn't shake Leonel's desire to fight and win back the heart of the woman who had once been his wife.

"It's been a long time since we met. A year? Or even longer? Is it too difficult for you to sit with me for a while? I want to have coffee, accompanied by you." Leonel didn't care about Chloe's continuous cynical attitude. To him, he had already felt embarrassed, so there was no harm in going even deeper; even drowning in embarrassment wouldn't be a problem for him.

Chloe hissed softly. "It's already late. I'm tired and don't add to my fatigue. I don't want to waste...