A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Surprised, Leonel stood and walked to the window.

Peering through the glass, he observed the snowflakes gently falling from the gray sky, creating a stark contrast against the vintage brick building across the street.

At the street corner, a busker, long-haired and thinly clad, was playing the violin.

The violin, evidently well-cared for and valuable, seemed out of place in the musician’s frugal circumstances.

The melancholic tune he played seemed to speak of longing, suggesting he was missing someone dearly.

Leonel paused by the window, observing the busker.

The hurried passersby, perhaps due to the snow, seemed indifferent to the music, moving past without a glance at the melancholic performance.

After a moment’s contemplation, Leonel glanced toward the consulting room door and said softly to the nurse, “I need to step out for a moment.

If my wife finishes her session before I’m back, please let her know I’ll be right across the street.

”

appeared puzzled but nodded in

the elevator, Leonel descended slowly before crossing

engrossed in his violin,

yet elegantly in a thin overcoat, Leonel stood

letting the snowflakes gather on

placed all the cash he had-three to four thousand

with a nod,

walked away, he mused that perhaps the musician

connection or the

the street, Alexis emerged from a nearby coffee

a grey woolen scarf, her hair

the cold seemed to bite at

towards her with a warm smile, each step