A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

“Really? That’s too bad,” Leyla responded, sounding quite disappointed.

The floor of the market was smooth, making it easy for Dylan to let Leyla walk beside him.

The little girl skipped joyously in her pretty dress.

They both appeared delighted, radiating happiness.

As they reached the supermarket’s main entrance, they encountered Raphael, who looked at Leyla with a mix of emotions… Leyla halted immediately upon seeing Raphael, clutching Dylan’s hand tightly.

She was anxious.

Dylan glanced at Raphael, and then back at Leyla, and squatted down to reassure her gently, “What’s wrong, Leyla? You know him, don’t you?”

Leyla murmured a “yes” in a hushed tone.

Raphael was alone there.

He only intended to park his car.

However, as soon as he stepped out, Dylan and Leyla unexpectedly showed up… It seemed he hadn’t seen Leyla in quite some time, and she appeared taller now.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

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Raphael crouched down and waved to Leyla, smiling warmly.

Yet, Leyla seemed unsure of herself.

“Go and say hello to him, Leyla,” Dylan encouraged her gently, stroking her head.

They were only a few steps apart.

Leyla approached Raphael slowly, extending her hand elegantly when she reached him.

She recognized Raphael, who had always watched her from afar.

Children were actually incredibly perceptive.

Meanwhile, Raphael was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, feeling remorseful for the little girl… He caressed Leyla’s cheek tenderly but struggled to find the right words.

Finally, he managed a wistful smile and said, “Be a good girl for your mom, and I hope you find happiness every day with her and Dylan.

”

His voice shook slightly as he spoke.

No amount of regret could alter the past.

His life was in turmoil, and Raphael didn’t want Leyla caught in his chaotic world.

Many people cared for her, and he believed it was best to remain distantly involved in her life.

Leyla looked up at Raphael.

Then, impulsively, she reached out and touched his face and whispered, “Mommy said that grown-ups never cry.

”

Moved by her words, Raphael embraced her tightly.

Leyla rested her head on his shoulder, intuitively understanding more than she was told.

She gently wiped away Raphael’s tears.

Then she whispered, “I knew that you were my father!”