A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love - Chapter 2225

Chapter 2225:

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The presidential suite at Silent Haven? That was a room that went for at least ten thousand a night! Hurst had managed to stay there just once.

After much pleading, his sugar mommy had agreed to take him.

He remembered feeling on top of the world that night.

After their escapade, he’d snapped a bunch of selfies and flaunted them online, carefully leaving her out of the frame.

His public persona was all wealth and grace.

At that moment, Hurst found it hard to believe Luis’s words.

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Blinded by jealousy, he managed a forced smile and muttered, “Okay, see you later.” Conversing with someone like Hurst felt demeaning.

Without another word, Luis ended the call.

No sooner had he hung up than Elva emerged from the bathroom.

The room was empty except for the two of them, and she was dressed informally in a loosely tied white bathrobe.

Luis casually placed the phone down and remarked, “You just got a call.”

Unperturbed, Elva crossed the room and picked up her phone.

It showed a recent call from Hurst lasting two minutes and three seconds.

Looking up in astonishment, she asked, “Did you take the call?”

Luis simply nodded and confirmed, “Yes,” then walked over to the table to pour some water.

Handing her a glass, he advised, “Next time you accept an acting role, make sure you know who you’re dealing with. You have to realize your judgment isn’t the best. Mr. Reed here wants to discuss the script with you tonight.”

Elva was taken aback by his words.

As they conversed, a knock interrupted them.

Luis rose to answer it and wheeled in the dining cart.

She looked on in surprise.

Neither had eaten yet.

While they enjoyed their meal, Samuel played contentedly on the carpet with the toys Luis had given him, clearly delighted by them.

Elva’s hunger was evident.

As she neared the table, she paused to ask, “Why didn’t you eat earlier?”

The meal was savory, and Luis savored every bite with a grace that matched the setting.

He offered her a gentle smile.

“I wanted to share this meal with you.”

Elva recalled the intimacy they had shared earlier.

She glanced at him, her voice tinged with concern.

“You could get hypoglycemia, you know.”

Luis just smiled at her, his eyes shining with affection.

His eyes were clear, and he had been looking at her.

Later that afternoon, after Samuel had his milk and some baby food, they tucked him into bed.

Luis then approached Elva, who was still engrossed in her script.

Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, murmuring, “Not now!”

His response was immediate and tender.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he confessed, pressing his nose affectionately against hers.

Pondering the potential consequences, Elva ceased her resistance.

Deep down, she yearned for a more profound connection with him.

Besides, she could always catch up on her work later that night.

Meanwhile, Samuel remained asleep throughout.

After a prolonged period of abstinence, Luis finally embraced her passionately.

By the time they finished, it was already seven in the evening.

The neon lights flickered through the French windows, casting a romantic glow over the bedroom.

Exhausted, Elva found herself too weary to even glance at her script.

Instead, she cradled her child in her arms and drifted off to sleep.

Luis lingered by her side for a moment before deciding to tackle some work.

Just then, a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

After gently closing the bedroom door behind him, he answered the door to find a strikingly handsome man.

The man’s age and demeanor suggested he was Hurst, the lead actor of the play.

As Luis appraised Hurst, Hurst returned the scrutiny.

Luis appeared more distinguished and charismatic than Hurst had anticipated, exuding sophistication with a few shirt buttons casually undone, adding a touch of rugged appeal.

Clearly, Luis was no mere boy toy, a realization that unsettled Hurst somewhat.

Bypassing Luis, Hurst peered inside and asked, “Where’s Elva?”

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