A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Alexis was rendered speechless by his response.

When they returned to the house, Leonel expressed his desire to carry her upstairs.

Alexis gently patted his hand and remarked, “Aren’t you exhausted after our intense workout in the garage?”

Leonel offered a faint smile and escorted her into the elevator.

After returning to the bedroom, Alexis headed straight for the shower.

Suddenly, it dawned on Leonel that the back seat of the car was likely quite a mess after their session.

Worried that the servants might stumble upon the scene while cleaning the garage in the morning, he hurried back to tidy up the car.

When he came back, Leonel found Alexis already finished with her shower, seated in front of the dresser, applying skin care products to her face.

Approaching her from behind, he enveloped Alexis in his arms.

Nuzzling her neck, he murmured softly, “We should start getting Cordelia accustomed to sleeping in her own room.

I can hardly wait to make love to you in our bed.

”

Alexis turned to face Leonel and encircled her arms around his neck.

“You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you? Besides, you seemed to enjoy it when we had s@x in the car,” she remarked with a smirk.

His smile widened slightly at her words.

Despite being apart for two years and wanting her like crazy, Leonel still cared deeply about Alexis’ feelings.

He understood that if she didn’t want it, he shouldn’t pressure her into having s@x with him.

After a moment of silence, Alexis suggested softly, “Why don’t you go take a shower now?”

Leonel lingered, planting ki*ses on her neck, before excusing himself to the bathroom.

Following his shower, he initially intended to wear trousers to conceal his scarred leg.

However, upon reconsideration, he discarded the idea and opted for a bathrobe instead.

Admittedly, the knee-length bathrobe would likely reveal the savage scars on his leg.

Previously, Leonel used to grapple with feelings of inferiority due to his scars, but now he believed he should confront them head-on, embracing them as a part of his identity as a man.

When Leonel walked out of the bathroom, he found Alexis lying on the bed, gazing at Cordelia with tender affection.

She radiated a glow like an angel, yet there was also a hint of laziness on her face.

Seated beside Alexis, Leonel gently ran his fingers through her black hair.

He really didn’t want to go to bed, rather, he longed to be with Alexis every hour of the day.

As Alexis tenderly caressed the scars on his leg, she did so silently, without speaking a word, her touch a gentle reassurance.

In a hoarse voice, Leonel whispered, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.

”

Alexis asked softly, “Will it act up on rainy days? I’ll be here to massage it and ease your discomfort if it does.

”

With a faint smile, Leonel teased, “Since when did Miss Fowler turn so sweet?”