A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Chapter 3515

Alexis remained silent, her form motionless, even as he exited.

Once alone, a solitary tear traced her cheek.

Leonel’s love had dwindled to mere possession, his fear of abandonment stronger than his desire for her happiness.

Alexis was all too familiar with this abandonment, living daily with the void of his affection.

Their communication had eroded to nothing.

Their marriage, a deadlock of unspoken grievances.

Leonel’s visits were sporadic, yet he maintained his role as a father, tender with the children, cordial with Alexis.

Behind closed doors, however, they were estranged, their emotional bonds worn to indifference.

The whispers of discord in their marriage had reached every ear.

Waylen’s request for a private word with Leonel resulted in a composed exit.

Resolved, Leonel had decided against divorce, yet he refused to plead with Alexis for reconciliation.

He left the Fowler residence in a sleek black limousine.

The driver caught Leonel’s dour reflection and inquired, “Mr.

Douglas, shall we return to the villa or head to the company?”

Leonel responded without much concern, “To the company.

”

The driver maneuvered the limousine towards their destination.

They arrived at the company headquarters, a testament to Leonel’s vision, erected just two years prior.

Upon their arrival, a sudden halt announced Anika’s presence, drenched by the rain, standing resolutely before the vehicle.

She approached, arms folded protectively across her chest.

In time, Leonel lowered the car window, a cigarette soon glowing between his fingers.

“What brings you here in the rain?”

The guy in the fancy car looked real suave, puffing on his cigarette like it was a piece of art.

Anika’s chase after Leonel wasn’t just about fame and fortune, it was also about admiring him as a woman.

She was crystal clear about that.

Smoke from his cigarette blurred the space between them.

Then, out of the blue, Leonel looked her way…

And boy, was she a sight.

She was drenched and her dress was stuck to her body.

She couldn’t hide a thing from a guy like him.

Her knees wobbled under his stare.

With a croaky voice, she said, “Hey Mr.

Douglas, I need a favor.

I figure your wife’s onto me, and it’s been rough lately.

Work’s on hold, and my folks aren’t exactly rolling in dough.

They’ve supported me through college and all.

So I’m begging you… Could you have a word with Mrs.

Douglas? Maybe cut me some slack?”

Her eyes all teary as she pleaded.

Leonel just kept staring and took another drag from his cigarette, not saying a word.

His look made her legs turn to jelly.