A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love - Chapter 637

Chapter 637:

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By the time they arrived, it was nearing nine in the evening.

Surrounded by the hustle and bustle of people, Alexis felt constricted to raise her voice against Leonel. The reputation of the Fowler family was at stake, and she dared not cause a public scene.

Resigned to the inevitable, she acknowledged that the location didn’t matter if she was going to have sex with Leonel.

Given the timing, it was a period she deemed likely for conception.

Despite this, her reluctance was palpable. On one hand, she genuinely felt averse to the situation and on the other, the notion of being compelled into such intimacy was inherently distasteful.

Leonel’s approach was brash and almost offensively arrogant.

Once inside the house, he tossed Alexis onto the plush sofa. Her face pressed i

nto the cushion and she could faintly hear the sound as he unfastened his belt.

This was followed by a clinking sound as it hit the floor.

Leonel then grasped her waist and kissed her forcefully.

Caught up in his arousal, Leonel spent a considerable amount of time as he kissed and caressed her. His voice quivered as he asked, “Why aren’t you aroused yet?”

She was not like this before.

Leonel brooded over how submissive Alexis used to be around Calvin which ignited a spark of anger in him. His attempts at seduction intensified, yet her response was lukewarm. Resigned, he continued regardless…

Perspiration beaded on his brow.

Drops of his sweat fell onto the couch and trailed down her neck.

Leonel’s behavior was harsh.

During their third round, he regained some clarity and adopted a softer touch.

He planted kisses on the nape of her neck, where Calvin had once kissed. He remarked these spots with his essence.

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Alexis teetered on the brink of collapse beneath him.

He finally found contentment well past midnight.

They were both breathless and clung to each other. After some time, Leonel softly kissed her ear again. Without words, Alexis understood his thoughts lingered around Calvin kissing her before.

She gently distanced herself from Leonel as she needed a moment and said emotionlessly, “Avoid leaving any hickeys.”

This request seemed to provoke him.

Leonel’s actions turned frenzied. He gripped her head and kissed her with wild abandon and then demanded her to reciprocate.

Her body was a vision of beautiful mess.

Now, it bore the evidence of their encounter. She was now covered in hickeys.

Irritated, Alexis pushed him away. “What are you, a dog?”

Leonel still naked, leaned against the sofa. He was indifferent.

He lit a cigarette and puffed smoke as he watched her.

Alexis got dressed, but her dress did little to conceal the marks.

He suggested coldly, “If you don’t want Calvin to find out, just stay hidden for a few days until they fade.”

Alexis halted midway through dressing and removed her dress. She then headed to the bathroom for a shower.

There was no point in dwelling on emotions now.

Leonel, having leisurely finished his cigarette, trailed her to the bathroom. He simply wanted to talk to her.

The bathroom was filled with steam and silence.

After a shower, Alexis wrapped herself in a bathrobe and entered the dressing room.

She always kept some of her clothes there.

As she selected her clothes, Leonel leaned on the doorway. “Why be with me? Let me guess. Am I filling a void he can’t?”

Alexis replied as she dressed herself, “This was a one-time thing. Don’t flatter yourself.”

He ran his tongue over his lower lip and grasped her wrist. “And what if I decide to tell him?”

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