A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

He cut her off firmly, laying down the law. Miss Cohen, let me make this crystal clear. There will never be anything between us. Dont ever call me again. And if you do, you wont just be out of the television business, but out of Duefron entirely. Consider that a promise.

With that, he ended the call abruptly.

On her end, Anika trembled with disbelief. She couldnt fathom that Leonel had shut her down like that. After all, didnt he seem interested in her when they were together that night? It was almost midnight by the time Leonel finally left the office.

As he went to get the car, he spotted Anika waiting in the darkness, clad in nothing but a thin shirt. Ignoring her, he climbed into the car and drove off without a second glance.

Mr. Douglas, Anika called out softly, but the car didnt slow down.

In the serene night, Anikas gaze burned with frustration, her thoughts swirling in the quiet of her mind.

When Leonel returned to the villa, the servant greeted him with the utmost respect, already at his service. Mrs. Douglas got back early.

Shes with the kids now. Mr. Douglas, would you prefer something to eat or head upstairs for a shower?

As she spoke, he moved towards the hall.

Leonel hadnt been back in a while, and the weight of the weeks absence wore heavy on his shoulders.

Suddenly, Ollie bounded into view, circling Leonel with boundless affection. He couldnt help but smile, reaching out to stroke the loyal pup. Then, Alexis descended the stairs.

Their eyes locked, a silent exchange of emotions passing between them.

She was still clad in long sleeves and pants, and Leonel couldnt shake the image of her fragility.

Leonel couldnt help but wonder if the marks hed left on her skin were still there, a reminder of their intimate moments.

Despite the unspoken tension, Leonel addressed the servant, il have something to eat first. Prepare two bowls of noodles. Ill dine with my wife.

As Leonel wrapped up his directives, Alexis soft murmur broke the silence. Theres no need for that. Simply make his portion.

Under the stark light, Leonels gaze fixed on his wife.

Moments later, he fished a cigarette from his pocket, struck a match, and inhaled deeply. Ive been gone for a week. Is this the crux of your message? he probed.

Alexis offered a ghost of a smile. The essence of my message is bound in the agreement.

Tension quivered in Leonels fingertips as he grasped the cigarette, another Long pull painting shadows on his hollow cheeks, accentuating aweary charm.

His eyes were frost as he considered her.

Discussions are better over a late-night bite, dont you think? Alexis addressed the servant with serenity etched on her features. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Prepare two bowls of noodles then.