A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

As she nursed the baby, Dylan tenderly kneaded her tense shoulders.

In no time, Eason was contentedly full.

It was typical for a newborn to doze off right after feeding, showing minimal interaction with adults beyond their basic needs.

After Dylan gently placed the boy back into the cot, his gaze lingered on the tiny form before him, and his heart swelled with warmth.

This was the offspring of Olivia and himself.

Eason bore a striking resemblance to Leyla, though Leyla’s features were more delicate, befitting a girl.

It was evident that Eason would grow into a handsome young man.

With that realization, Dylan couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment in having such a pair of children.

When Dylan turned around, he saw Olivia attempting to rise from her bed.

Hastening to her side, he offered assistance with a gentle tone, “Hey, what’s up? Need to use the bathroom? Let me lend you a hand!”

accepted his help, allowing him to guide

as the door clicked shut, a faint furrow appeared on

saw her expression, he said softly, “I’ll wait for

me when

he stepped outside

by, but Olivia didn’t call

help but become a

tapped lightly on the door but

the door open

he was

front of the sink, Olivia was gently expressing

couldn’t consume all of it, she had to relieve

breasts would become

born, she didn’t have to resort to this method since she didn’t have this much milk

found herself in the position of manually

that her lack of experience

massaged her aching