A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Chapter 874

In the midst of the night, they returned to the villa.

Rena was overcome with exhaustion and soon drifted off to sleep.

However, Alexis woke up…

Being a sensitive child, she naturally perceived the changing atmosphere at home.

Fully aware not to disturb her parents, she remained silently apprehensive.

Yet, slumber eluded the little girl.

Wrapping the girl snugly in a blanket, Waylen carried Alexis to the living room and tenderly comforted her.

The room was bathed in a soothing warm, yellow glow.

Nestled against her father’s lap, Alexis closed her eyes and listened to his soothing narration of stories.

While she knew them all by heart, she cherished the way her father brought them to life…

Waylen’s gentle touch caressed her curly hair as he read.

Suddenly, he said, his voice becoming lower and huskier, “Baby, I might have to go on a business trip.

”

Alexis opened her eyes slowly…

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Waylen’s words continued, “I may have to travel far away for quite some time.

Lexi… You must help your mom take care of your little brother, alright?”

Alexis remained still.

After a while, she inquired in a nasal voice, “Dad, will it be cold where you’re going?”

Waylen smiled warmly.

“A little.

”

Alexis, with concern in her voice, suggested, “Take more warm clothes with you, Dad.

Then you won’t feel cold.

I’ll come to visit you during the holidays.

My embrace will keep you warm… and you won’t be cold.

”.

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Waylen’s throat tightened.

Lowering his head, he ki*sed the precious girl, overwhelmed by his love for her.

So remarkably clever and endearing she was.

He truly didn’t want to leave her.

Overcome with affection, he ki*sed her repeatedly, calling her name, “Alexis… My sweetest little angel…”

Tears welled up in Alexis’ eyes.

Cradled in Waylen’s embrace, she asked in a soft voice, “How long will you be gone, Dad?”

Waylen held her close and, after a profound silence, he replied in a hushed tone, “I don’t know.

Maybe three years, five years… or I might not return until you’ve grown up.

”