A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Chapter 3510

He cut her off firmly, laying down the law.

“Miss Cohen, let me make this crystal clear.

There will never be anything between us.

Don’t ever call me again.

And if you do, you won’t just be out of the television business, but out of Duefron entirely.

Consider that a promise.

”

With that, he ended the call abruptly.

On her end, Anika trembled with disbelief.

She couldn’t fathom that Leonel had shut her down like that.

After all, didn’t he seem interested in her when they were together that night?

It was almost midnight by the time Leonel finally left the office.

As he went to get the car, he spotted Anika waiting in the darkness, clad in nothing but a thin shirt.

Ignoring her, he climbed into the car and drove off without a second glance.

“Mr.

Douglas,” Anika called out softly, but the car didn’t slow down.

In the serene night, Anika’s gaze burned with frustration, her thoughts swirling in the quiet of her mind.

When Leonel returned to the villa, the servant greeted him with the utmost respect, already at his service.

“Mrs.

Douglas got back early.

She’s with the kids now.

Mr.

Douglas, would you prefer something to eat or head upstairs for a shower?”

As she spoke, he moved towards the hall.

Leonel hadn’t been back in a while, and the weight of the week’s absence wore heavy on his shoulders.

Suddenly, Ollie bounded into view, circling Leonel with boundless affection.

He couldn’t help but smile, reaching out to stroke the loyal pup.

Then, Alexis descended the stairs.

Their eyes locked, a silent exchange of emotions passing between them.

She was still clad in long sleeves and pants, and Leonel couldn’t shake the image of her fragility.

Leonel couldn’t help but wonder if the marks he’d left on her skin were still there, a reminder of their intimate moments.

Despite the unspoken tension, Leonel addressed the servant, “I’ll have something to eat first.

Prepare two bowls of noodles.

I’ll dine with my wife.

”

As Leonel wrapped up his directives, Alexis’ soft murmur broke the silence.

“There’s no need for that.

Simply make his portion.

”

Under the stark light, Leonel’s gaze fixed on his wife.

Moments later, he fished a cigarette from his pocket, struck a match, and inhaled deeply.

“I’ve been gone for a week.

Is this the crux of your message?” he probed.

Alexis offered a ghost of a smile.

“The essence of my message is bound in the agreement.

”

Tension quivered in Leonel’s fingertips as he grasped the cigarette, another Long pull painting shadows on his hollow cheeks, accentuating a weary charm.

His eyes were frost as he considered her.

“Discussions are better over a late-night bite, don’t you think?”

Alexis addressed the servant with serenity etched on her features.

“Prepare two bowls of noodles then.

”