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

slowly before crossing the street to where the

engrossed in his violin, hardly noticed as Leonel

in a thin overcoat, Leonel stood out in the

letting the snowflakes

wallet and placed all the cash he

acknowledged him with a nod,

he mused that perhaps the musician wasn’t playing for

performance seemed more… about connection or the memory

Alexis emerged from a nearby

grey woolen scarf, her hair neatly

Leonel quickened his pace, though the cold seemed to bite at his leg,

her with a warm smile, each step drawing