A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Thankfully, the shower did help, and he felt slightly better afterward.

He returned to the bedroom and collapsed onto his soft bed, exhausted.

After lying there quietly for some time, Leonel suddenly opened his eyes and slowly lifted the hem of his bathrobe, revealing the harsh scars that marred his left thigh.

The sight was stark: his skin was a tapestry of ugly, ferocious scars.

As he traced his fingers over the scarred skin, his expression grew contemplative.

He knew Alexis had always appreciated beauty, and the thought of her seeing his scars filled him with dread.

He imagined her shock and the potential nightmares that might follow such a sight.

Resolved, Leonel decided then and there-he would never allow Alexis to see these scars.

Leonel felt pretty low.

dwelling on Alexis

unworthy of her anymore, yet

much lately, just occasional

tried to remember how he had managed without her while he

nights found him lost in thought,

grabbed his phone after some

picked up after a

from a shower, was lounging

contently sucking

patted the little one’s

at ease these days, better than

had grown calmer and more patient over

with a hint of hoarseness, asked,