A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love - Chapter 522

Chapter 522:

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Alexis remained silent for a beat after Leonel’s words hung in the air.

In the dimly lit surroundings, the only sounds were the subtle breaths exchanged between the man and the woman, accompanied by the fragrance emanating from her hair.

Leonel couldn’t restrain himself any longer.

His kisses ventured to the nape of her neck, inhaling her scent as he uttered in a husky tone, “What do you say?”

They melded together, his senses filled with the undiluted essence of masculinity.

The exhilaration was palpable!

Finally, neither could contain their desires any longer.

Seizing the back of Alexis’ head, he kissed her fervently.

The bedclothes crinkled and then settled into place.

In the dim bedroom, rays of tender passion lingered.

In the late hours of the night, Alexis lay serenely on the pillow, embraced from behind by Leonel.

Following the earlier intensity of passion, a sense of tranquility and affection now enveloped everything.

“What made you decide to dye your hair black?”

“It just felt like a change! Black suits me, don’t you think?”

Leonel planted a kiss on the tender spot behind her ear.

“Your natural brown was lovely, and this black is equally enchanting.”

Alexis playfully kicked him.

“Smooth talker! Loosen your grip. I want to get some sleep.”

Yet Leonel persisted, shamelessly whispering in her ear, “Enjoy what we had earlier? After your period’s gone, we can have a rerun. A better one actually.”

Alexis chuckled softly.

“Oh yeah? A better one?”

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Leonel remained in good spirits. Regardless of her attempts to provoke him, anger eluded him.

Fatigue tinged Alexis’ demeanor.

She snuggled against him, her mind dwelling on Calvin’s ailment, yet sleep eluded her.

“Concerned about Calvin?”

Leonel’s voice resonated in the obscurity.

Alexis murmured her assent.

In moments like these, she found herself open to sharing with Leonel.

She delved into details about Calvin’s situation, discussing his parents and recounting the past when she took him under her wing.

Alexis spoke in hushed tones, and Leonel absorbed her words in unwavering silence.

As she concluded, with his face nestled in her neck, he posed a quiet question.

“Alexis, if I hadn’t left then, would you still have welcomed him into your life?”

A faint smile graced Alexis’ lips.

“Absolutely! Although I would’ve had you handle most of it.”

Leonel’s voice lowered, its warmth accentuated.

“So, will you allow me to take care of it now?”

Alexis remained silent for an extended period of time.

She responded casually, “Even if I accept your assistance, don’t anticipate a permanent residence.”

“Okay! I’ll move out as we agreed.

But I bet you’ll miss me, Alexis. You’ll get addicted to having me around.”

Alexis could barely endure continuing to listen.

Leonel projected an air of dignity outwardly, but in private, he was such a flirt!

But a gentle flutter touched her heart.

From the age of 20 onward, she bore the weight of life alone. Even during her most struggling time, dependence was a foreign concept.

His departure left her determined not to lean on anyone again.

Independence became her unwavering stance.

Yet he returned, uttering, “Alexis, let me handle it!”

Alexis shut her eyes briefly. Alexis, you’ve always been pragmatic.

Why, when it comes to Leonel, does emotion sneak in? She thought in confusion.

A night of tenderness passed.

In the early morning, Alexis rose to freshen up. The toothpaste was neatly squeezed out, and the towel was carefully placed in its place.

A faint smile graced her lips. Leonel, the unexpected housekeeper, was doing quite a commendable job.

Beyond that, the toaster emitted a satisfying sound, accompanied by the aroma of perfectly toasted bread. Alexis completed her ablutions and stepped out.

Leonel sat at the dining table, clad in a snow-white shirt paired with gray trousers, presenting a neat and tidy appearance.

The morning feast consisted of a ham sandwich, a glass of milk, and a plate adorned with assorted fruits.

Alexis desired a cup of coffee, but Leonel forbade her from having …

“Milk is all you’re gonna get. Plus, I plan to break your smoking habit. Second-hand smoke isn’t ideal either.”

Alexis bit into the sandwich, her words muffled.

“Then why don’t you quit smoking?”

Leonel lifted his gaze, a touch of depth in his eyes.

“Do you want me to quit smoking?”

Alexis remained silent. Convincing a man to quit smoking was a task for his wife.

At present, it wasn’t her problem.

She continued to eat in silence, sipping her milk. Leonel maintained a fixed gaze. Suddenly, he remarked, “Last night, I quite enjoyed it!”

In response, Alexis accidentally sprayed a mouthful of milk on his face.

A moment of hushed stillness followed.

Alexis managed a strained smile.

“Apologies, Mr. Douglas!”

After a while, Leonel wiped his face with a napkin and remarked, “Sooner or later, I’ll get even with you!”

Alexis opted not to engage in the banter.

Following breakfast, she headed to the law firm for a morning court session. The plan was to visit Calvin at the hospital once her Legal duties concluded.

Throughout the day, Leonel refrained from intruding on her space.

Upon departing the hospital, she encountered him conversing with the hospital director.

Choosing not to interrupt, she observed, from a distance beneath a tree, a solitary figure.

While conversing, Leonel periodically cast glances her way.

It was only after concluding the discussion that he approached her.

Alexis observed him.

“Impressive connection you have, Mr. Douglas.

Forming a bond with that hospital director is no small feat.”

Leonel offered a faint smile, relieving her of the briefcase.

“Just a matter of past favors! Have you visited Calvin?”

Alexis nodded.

“Do you want to visit him as well?”

Leonel opened the car door, gesturing for her to enter and shielding her from the elements. However, his words carried a hint of bitterness.

“Humph! Visiting him? I’m not that generous. I’d rather not see him for now, at least.”

Alexis didn’t push the matter.

Fastening her seatbelt, she declared, “Drop me off at the grocery store. I’d like to make some pork rib soup.”

Leonel expressed skepticism, turning his head with a quizzical look.

“You’re adept at making soup? And is it for Calvin?”

Alexis muttered an affirmative response.

Leonel’s elegant hands rested on the steering wheel. After a brief pause, he suggested, “How about we go grocery shopping together? I can handle the cooking later. I worry that if you do it, Calvin might end up with an upset stomach.”

“Do you think so poorly of my cooking?”

“Well, you know… perhaps, I suppose!”

Alexis chose to disregard his comments.

After a stretch of driving, Leonel said tenderly, “Alexis, in essence, you’re still the same as when you were little. I find myself having to pamper and coax you. Even when you look tough, you’re actually remarkably easy to handle.”

“Enough with the cheesy talk!”

Leonel chuckled softly, appearing content.

Thirty minutes later, they reached the familiar grocery store from their previous visit.

The atmosphere between them carried a distinct tone from their previous visit though.

Leonel piled items into the cart energetically. Alexis protested, “This is excessive; we won’t be able to consume it all. Besides, I’m clueless about cooking the steak! And I’m not a fan of this brand of milk.”

“It’s meant for two people. I’ll take care of the steak, and the milk is for my consumption.”

Following Leonel’s statement, Alexis muttered under her breath, “You’re moving out in a few days, right?”

“Can’t I still drop by often?”

He turned to her and added, “If Miss Fowler craves Thai, I’ll whip up Thai. If she leans toward Italian, I’ll craft an Italian feast.

And if the mood strikes, I might even offer some special complementary services… Intriguing, isn’t it?”

Uttering these shameless remarks audaciously, he drew laughter from the nearby girls.

Thankfully, Alexis had a resilient spirit, yet she wasn’t keen on providing a free show to onlookers.

“Leonel, do you have no shame?”

In response, Leonel leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips.

Nonchalantly, he proceeded as if everything had been perfectly normal.

“Let’s head to the fresh section and check if there’s any sea bass available!”

Craving something spicy, Alexis skipped any pretense of refusal.

She trailed alongside him, their actions resembling those of a newlywed couple selecting groceries.

Leonel took charge of most decisions.

However, from time to time, he sought Alexis’ input, inquiring about her preferences for fruits and snacks.

An hour later, their cart brimmed with an assortment of items.

Upon returning to the apartment, Alexis promptly discarded her high heels and stretched out on the sofa.

“I’m drained! Leonel, I swear I’m not doing this again! It’s more exhausting than a day in court!”

Leonel rinsed the pork ribs and commenced the stewing process.

Additionally, he organized the purchased items, stowing them away meticulously. His familiarity suggested he was right at home.

Concluding his tasks, he washed an apple for Alexis.

“Once we’re married, let’s employ two house maids-one for cleaning and another for cooking, but they don’t have to be here all the time.

Alternatively, I could take charge of the cooking, but it might impact my career. Can’t have overly high expectations for a house husband, you know.”

Following his words, he affectionately nuzzled his tall, straight nose against hers.

Alexis couldn’t help but find him shamelessly audacious.

Ha! He’d barely been at her place for a few days, and he was already discussing marriage?

Biting into the apple, she remarked, “You’re overthinking! This is temporary, remember?”

Leonel grinned.

“I’ve mentioned it before-you’ll grow addicted to me!”

With that, he immersed himself in the kitchen tasks.

Alexis reclined against the sofa, engrossed in TV and nibbling on the apple. Occasionally, her gaze drifted toward Leonel’s figure in the kitchen. Elegance and poise, coupled with culinary skills-not a bad combination!

Were it not for his murky past, he would genuinely embody the qualities of an ideal husband!

A soft sigh escaped her Lips.

After completing the pork rib soup, Leonel prepared a meal for Alexis.

Instructing her to eat first, he headed out to deliver the soup to the hospital.

“I’ll handle it!” Alexis hesitated to impose on him further.

Yet Leonel had already donned a coat.

Securing the car keys, he uttered gently, “When pursuing someone, a bit of sincerity is in order, Alexis. I’m sincere about this.”

Alexis intended to offer some perfunctory responses, but words eluded her.

Only after a considerable amount of time had passed did she finally express her gratitude.

Following Leonel’s departure, the door closed softly, leaving Alexis alone at the dining table.

The dinner spread was abundant, featuring a steamed sea bass, some vegetables, and a light yet nourishing soup.

Alexis took a few bites before her mind wandered into contemplation.

Leonel persistently claimed she’d become addicted to him. In truth, she believed she already was! It wasn’t solely about physical pleasure but rather a profound spiritual connection.

Leonel understood her desires and could fulfill her needs.

This sentiment wasn’t replicable by just anyone.

Alexis felt a tinge of irritation. She yearned for a cigarette.

But as the slender stick rested between her fingers, she broke it in half and discarded it in the trash.

She contemplated whether she still harbored affection for Leonel.

Despite his prolonged absence, the time they spent apart, and the divergent paths taken over eight years, she believed her heart remained steadfast.

His return prompted her to follow suit.

By the floor-to-ceiling window, Alexis stood, vigorously rubbing her face while muttering, “Ensnared by desire! Shame on you, Alexis!”

Upon Leonel’s return, it was already late.

He consumed all the leftovers Alexis left behind, proceeded to wash the dishes, and took out the trash. Alexis emerged from the study as he completed these tasks. The corners of her eyes displayed a hint of redness. She uttered softly, “Leonel, you needn’t be overly kind to me. We are…”

Leonel still had a cigarette in his mouth, but it remained unlit.

Clearly, he intended to smoke outside. In that moment, he removed the cigarette from his lips and asked gently, “What’s wrong? Have you been crying?”

Alexis felt uneasy.

“No!”

Leonel approached, extending his hand to gently stroke her head. He then said softly, “Alexis, you don’t have to be strong all the time.

You’re a girl; and just like Olivia and Elva, you deserve to be pampered.”

Alexis considered mentioning that she was the eldest.

Leonel kissed her and added, “Plus, I’m a few months older than you!

It’s my duty to look after you.”

Alexis averted her gaze.

After a moment, she spoke softly, “But what about all those years?

Where were you? Leonel, curse you!”

Her emotions surged unexpectedly.

Alexis prided herself on being rational, but in that moment, she couldn’t contain her feelings.

The stronger her attraction to Leonel became, the more she found herself fixating on the past.

Observing her reddened eyes, Leonel swallowed visibly. Lacking an explanation, he simply enveloped her in his arms, planting kisses on her hair and whispering softly, “I’m sorry, Alexis. I’m sincerely sorry!”

He whispered, “Henceforth, I won’t depart again.

I won’t stray from your side.

I’m committed to remaining with the Fowler family for the entirety of my life, tending to your parents and siblings.” He could only hope she would afford him a second chance.

Alexis soon pulled herself together.

She gently pushed him away, saying, “Weren’t you heading downstairs to dispose of the trash? Why haven’t you done so?”

“Okay, just refrain from crying.”

“I wasn’t crying!”

Leonel smiled tenderly, playfully nipping at her beautiful, straight nose.

Alexis chided, “Are you trying to act like a dog?”

Nonetheless, he enveloped her waist, drawing her closer. Subsequently, he kissed her rosy lips. Swaying and stumbling, they reached the sofa, where he hastily began to unbuckle his belt.

In the brightly-lit room, under the grand crystal chandelier, Alexis steadfastly resisted.

With a slightly flushed face, she rebuked, “You jerk! That’s enough!

Be cautious, or you’ll exhaust yourself prematurely.”

She lost count of how many times they engaged in it last night.

Now he harbored a desire for another round?!

Leonel’s face bore a noticeable flush, signifying his strong desire.

However, with Alexis unwilling and he partly undressed, the ambiance became awkward.

Gazing at her, he whispered, “Miss Fowler, I’m merely 28! Men my age entertain such thoughts daily.”

Furthermore, in her presence, his self-control evaporated entirely.

Alexis playfully kicked him, saying, “Head downstairs and dispose of the trash!”

Leonel grinned amiably, standing to straighten his attire. Winking at her, he zipped up his trousers.

Alexis’ face flushed against her will.

Truly, he was a shameless rogue!

Three days later, Calvin’s surgery was scheduled.

Alexis organized for him to undergo the procedure and receive treatment overseas. She intended to accompany him during the 10-day round trip.

Once Calvin’s condition stabilized post-surgery, Alexis returned home.

During the journey back from the airport, Leonel lingered in her thoughts. They had agreed that he would vacate the premises after two weeks.

Calculating the days, it had exceeded what they had agreed on.

Upon her return, the apartment should be pristine, with Leonel and his belongings relocated, correct?

Reflecting on the morning of her departure, she realized she had intended to convey something. Yet, amidst their busyness, the matter remained unaddressed.

Throughout those 10 days, Leonel rarely reached out.

She refrained from contacting him in Calvin’s presence. In hindsight, an entire week had passed without any communication between them.

An hour later, Alexis arrived at the apartment.

Everything appeared unchanged.

LeoneL’s belongings remained, including a pack of cigarettes and a lighter atop the dining table.

Alexis contemplated them in silence.

Approaching them, she picked them up, gently running her fingers over them.

Previously uncertain about the depth of her yearning, now she comprehended-it was a longing for Leonel. She relished having him reside here with her.

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