Alex didn’t respond.
Joaquin was a doctor—he knew how to treat insomnia. Why should Alex worry?
After the waiter left, Alex asked straightforwardly, “Dr. Legare, what exactly did you want to talk about?”
Joaquin paused, then said, “I didn’t know your true identity before. I apologize if I offended you. I hope you can be generous enough not to hold it against me.”
Alex replied, “Dr. Legare, are you referring to the time you implied I was freeloading? I didn’t take it personally. You and I are love rivals—of course you’d say those things. I get it. Likewise, I wouldn’t say anything good about you to Aitana. I’d only say bad things.”
Joaquin gave a humorless smile. “Fair enough. What bad things did you say? That I’m two-timing? Or that I’m penniless and powerless?”
“I never said you were two-timing,” Alex said. “I didn’t even know about Miss Yehua. And you’re not penniless or powerless.”