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.

”

nurse appeared puzzled but

over the elevator, Leonel descended slowly before crossing the street to where the musician

his violin, hardly noticed

overcoat,

attentively to the music, letting the snowflakes gather on

placed all the cash he had-three to four thousand dollars-into

musician acknowledged him with a nod,

that perhaps the musician

seemed more… about connection or the memory of

the street, Alexis emerged from a

a grey woolen scarf, her

his pace, though the cold seemed to bite at

her with a warm