A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love - Chapter 743
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Chapter 743:
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His intentions were not driven by a particular agenda. He simply engaged in kisses, tender touches, and intimate moments with her.
Eventually, Alexis whispered, “Didn’t you mention being tired?”
Brimming with affection, Leonel gazed into her eyes.
Positioned beneath him, Alexis felt his gentle touch as he leaned down, planting a kiss on her lips. “Alexis, I’m concerned about you,” he expressed with sincerity.
Both were eager to have a child soon.
However, Alexis wasn’t feeling well lately, and Leonel suggested she take a break.
Additionally, he didn’t want their intimate moments to be one-sided, where only he derived pleasure.
Considering this, he couldn’t help but be concerned.
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He asked her in a hushed tone, “Are you genuinely not feeling good when we do it?”
A moment of surprise crossed Alexis’ face, comprehension dawning.
Blushing, she encircled her arms around his neck and playfully nibbled his lips. “They are distinct matters,” she teased.
Leonel sensed that she indeed felt good when they were intimate.
Perhaps the deep conversation had sparked some arousal in him, but mindful of her well-being, he refrained from going further. Instead, he contented himself with kissing and caressing to fulfill her desires.
Despite their marriage, tonight felt like a breakthrough. Even just a little, Alexis opened up to Leonel, and his excellent mood overshadowed any physical frustrations.
To ensure her comfort, he excused himself to the bathroom for personal satisfaction.
Afterward, Leonel returned to the large bed in the master bedroom.
Glancing at the little girl between them, he grumbled, “When will Evelyn be old enough to sleep separately from us?”
Under the covers, Alexis tenderly grasped his hand.
She softly voiced, “I believe we’ll have to wait until she’s five or six.”
However, by then, they might have a two- or three-year-old son, maintaining a trio in this bed.
Leonel sighed heavily.
He reclined and directed his gaze towards the ceiling.
In the dark night, the aroma of a woman’s fragrance emanated from Alexis.
He had been without that scent for three years, and it frequently kept him awake. Now, finally, she had returned.
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