A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

As she nursed the baby, Dylan tenderly kneaded her tense shoulders.

In no time, Eason was contentedly full.

It was typical for a newborn to doze off right after feeding, showing minimal interaction with adults beyond their basic needs.

After Dylan gently placed the boy back into the cot, his gaze lingered on the tiny form before him, and his heart swelled with warmth.

This was the offspring of Olivia and himself.

Eason bore a striking resemblance to Leyla, though Leyla’s features were more delicate, befitting a girl.

It was evident that Eason would grow into a handsome young man.

With that realization, Dylan couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment in having such a pair of children.

When Dylan turned around, he saw Olivia attempting to rise from her bed.

Hastening to her side, he offered assistance with a gentle tone, “Hey, what’s up? Need to use the bathroom? Let me lend you a hand!”

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Olivia accepted his help, allowing him to guide her to the bathroom.

Yet, as the door clicked shut, a faint furrow appeared on Olivia’s brow.

When Dylan saw her expression, he said softly, “I’ll wait for you out here.

Call me when you are done!”

With that, he stepped outside and waited patiently.

Time ticked by, but Olivia didn’t call out.

He couldn’t help but become a bit anxious.

He tapped lightly on the door but received no reply.

Eventually, he pushed the door open and entered the room.

When Dylan walked into the bathroom, he was taken aback by the sight that greeted him.

In front of the sink, Olivia was gently expressing milk from her breast.

Though it was regrettable that Eason couldn’t consume all of it, she had to relieve the pressure.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Otherwise, her breasts would become tense and swollen.

When Leyla was born, she didn’t have to resort to this method since she didn’t have this much milk back then.

So, this was the first time she found herself in the position of manually expressing milk.

As Olivia struggled with the pain, it was evident that her lack of experience in such matters only compounded the discomfort.

With a furrowed brow, she gently massaged her aching breast, emitting soft grunts of pain occasionally.

This seemed to stir something within Dylan.

He left the door slightly ajar since Eason was alone in the room.

Approaching Olivia, he enveloped her from behind and whispered in a husky voice, “Let me lend you a hand.

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As Dylan’s voice reached her ears, Olivia froze, caught off guard.

She hadn’t expected Dylan to come in and see her in such an awkward position.

Her feeble attempt to shove him away proved futile against his persistence.

With a firm grip on her waist, Dylan gently cupped her breast with his other hand.

To Olivia’s astonishment, Dylan’s touch was surprisingly deft, as if he had been honing this skill for ages.

Instead of discomfort, she felt a soothing sensation as if the tension was melting away.

Flushed with embarrassment, Olivia turned her face away, unable to contain her reaction, as she instinctively nipped at his arm.