A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

At that moment, Leonel’s breath caught in his throat.

Under his heartbroken gaze, Alexis raised the glass

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she had crafted herself.

With a gentle release, she let it slip from her hand.

The glass ball shattered into pieces.

Leonel stared blankly as Alexis retreated towards the bedroom door.

When he came to his senses, he bolted downstairs.

In the living room, he caught up with her, seizing her hand and murmuring, “Alexis, please, don’t Leave!”

Disentangling her hand, Alexis responded calmly, “Leonel, everything has been addressed, every document signed.

Besides our children, there’s nothing left between us.

I’ll bury the past, and you should too!”

She was always straightforward and direct, never one to beat around the bush.

But she had repeatedly compromised her principles for Leonel, leading to the situation they found themselves in today.

She refused to listen to him any longer, nor did she harbor any affection for him.

Having witnessed him ki*sing Anika, she had made the decision to sever all ties with Leonel.

Still, Alexis chose to leave.

As Leonel stood in the foyer, listening to the sound of the car starting outside, he couldn’t help but reflect.

Alexis appeared to have reverted to her former self—the one to admire, the one others couldn’t resist wanting to be close to.

And he appeared to have reverted to his former self, the old Leonel.

Without Alexis, he felt empty.

He didn’t even feel like himself.

After Alexis left, the servants dared not approach him.

Leonel abstained from eating, retreating only to the upstairs bedroom.

There, he entered the cloak room and opened the closet door.

Inside, the clothes were neatly arranged, and her usual jewelry remained untouched.

Alexis left without taking a single item of clothing or jewelry, refusing anything associated with him, perhaps finding it distasteful!Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Even the glass ornament she had crafted for him lay in pieces.

Leonel squatted down and gathered up the pieces of glass.

His palm was cut and bleeding, yet he remained numb to the pain.

It was already late at night.

Nova was very worried about Leonel, so she went to knock on the door with the intention of using dinner as a pretext to get a response from him.

“Mr.

Douglas, how about I heat up the dishes and…”

She was stunned into silence by what she saw as she peeked in.

But she quickly recovered herself and ran over to meet him.

“Oh, so much blood!” she exclaimed.

“Please come downstairs.

Let me go get the first aid kit.

”