A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 2761 Melissa quickly gathered her belongings and hastened after him.

Inside the elevator, Marcus pressed the button for the 24th floor, and then turned to Melissa, her head bowed, and asked, “Do they often bully you? Why didn't you tell me?" “No, it's not like that." “Oh? So you just got something in your eyes?” After a pause, Melissa looked up, her voice steadier. “Colleagues are merely that, nothing more.” Marcus adjusted his shirt collar nonchalantly, his tone casual. “And what about me? Am I just your supervisor?” “No. You're my patron.” Her response seemed to please Marcus, who smiled softly.

When the elevator reached the 24th floor, Melissa's surprise was evident, but Marcus was already stepping into the HR department. His rare presence sent ripples of unease.

Indifferently, he commanded, “Replace the second and third secretaries of my office.” The director of the HR department looked at Melissa before asking, “What about Miss Brown?" Marcus give him a sharp look that made him shudder. Noticing the jacket in Melissa's hands, realization dawned on him.

(thanoss.com) Melissa was under Marcus’ protection.

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By the day's end, the impeccably groomed secretaries upstairs were jobless, all because of Melissa's tear-stained eyes.

In the car, Marcus offered no justification for his actions. Melissa, sitting beside him, ventured, “That wasn't necessary.” He glanced briefly at her, still busy with his phone.

“Are you teaching me how to do things?” She wouldn't dare! Yet Marcus casually remarked, “Perhaps it's not unthinkable. Only our relationship might need redefining in that case.” Setting down his phone, he rested his chin on his elegant fingers, musing as if contemplating a significant matter. “If you were my wife, you could have authority over all my young secretaries.” Melissa remained silent, too intimidated to speak.

Marcus observed her in silence, then chuckled, “But you're not and neither am I currently seeing anyone.” Melissa's silence deepened.

Sensing the moment, Marcus instructed the driver, Ross, “Please head to the supermarket across from the apartment. You're free to leave after dropping me off."\

Chapter 2762 Ross grinned. “You haven't dined at home lately, Mr. Fowler. You father has mentioned wanting to visit you here sometimes.” Marcus’ lips curved slightly, yet he retorted, “You talk too much.” Ross just smiled, unperturbed.

Ten minutes later, the car rolled to a stop in the supermarket's parking lot. Melissa inquired, “Mr. Fowler, weren't you supposed to attend a video conference?” “I've changed my mind. I feel like shopping at the supermarket. Is that a problem?” No, it certainly wasn't.

Melissa swiftly exited the car, and Marcus, with a swift motion, snatched the coat from her grasp and tossed it back into the vehicle.

Then he asked her, “Did you bring any money?” Melissa nodded, confessing, “I've got a little over 30@ dollars in cash.” “Just that much?” Marcus’ mood soured slightly. He declared earnestly, “You'll be handling the grocery expenses today. I might indulge in some afternoon tea here as well. Please arrange it for me.” Melissa was at a loss for words.

(thanoss.com) ‘s (thanoss.com) She glanced at his impeccably tailored shirt, his crisply pressed suit trousers, and the elongated legs that could rival a fashion models.

She knew his style inside out. After all, she had been managing his accessories lately.

Each of his watches was from designer brands and worth a small fortune.

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And yet, here he was, eyeing her modest 300 dollars with interest.

Her lips curled in a mix of frustration and disbelief.

Marcus, ever amused by her discontent, led the way into the supermarket.

He directed her to push a shopping cart, meticulously picking out the finest, imported products.

Everything he picked came with a hefty price tag.

Melissa's complexion reddened as she murmured, “If we purchase this, we won't have much left for anything else.” She then hesitantly returned the box of lamb chops to the shelf.

Marcus lifted his head haughtily. “What do you suggest then?” Feeling the heat on her cheeks, Melissa selected a more modestly priced package of Lamb chops, only one third of the price of the one he picked earlier.

Marcus scrutinized the expiration date, ensuring it was safe to consume before reluctantly adding it to the cart.

Chapter 2763 Subsequently, she replaced all his choices with more economical alternatives, and he was visibly irked. “I pay you a generous salary.

Can't you provide me with a decent meal?” Melissa, picking up ginger, retorted, “This is what I normally eat.” Truth be told, she often denied herself these small luxuries.

Today, however, she was more than willing to splurge on Marcus.

Usually, she could stretch 300 dollars to cover groceries for ten days.

Marcus refrained from further comment.

(thanoss.com) At the checkout, Melissa paid a total of 302 dollars.

Marcus inquisitively asked, “How much is left?” “29 dollars.” “29 dollars? And what sort of afternoon tea can you get for that?” Melissa just looked at him...

Moments later, they sat in a cafe. Marcus faced a cup of hot lemon tea and a slice of pie, totaling twenty-eight dollars.

Marcus, a man with a net worth in the trillions, had never experienced such a modest afternoon tea.

He gazed at the treat before him, lost in thought.

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with a hint of revulsion, “Sweet foods aren't to my taste.” Meanwhile, Marcus sipped his tea. It wasn't the exquisite blend he was accustomed to, but for Melissa's sake, he sipped it, albeit reluctantly. Observing other couples around them, he noted how

eased upon seeing Marcus drink

pie and inquired, “Are you sure you don't want to try yours? It's delicious.” Initially, Marcus’ expression soured at the suggestion.

said, “Help me unwrap it." Melissa, accustomed to attending to his needs, thought

was an influential

ask to be fed directly? Men nowadays are so ordinary yet so arrogant.” Melissa's

gaze was intense. Stretching out his legs casually, he countered, “Actually, why don't you feed me?”

But upon scrutinizing Marcus, their chatter ceased. They couldn't deny his striking looks, surpassing any celebrity

cafe, and the woman beside him, dressed plainly, resembled a secretary... A CEO and his

going to eat it, then don't” Marcus studied her for a moment, noticing a hint of annoyance. He might have teased her further in

upon himself the task of carrying two large

her head, he offered, “Let's head back home.”

She reached for the bags he was carrying, but Marcus gently decl Books

Lifting her eyes to meet his, she found his gaze

a pause, Melissa quietly responded, “They might mistake you for an eccentric.” Marcus shot a piercing look in Melissa's

on your peculiarities.” “I compelled you to consume a cheap slice of pie against your will, even though you had no desire to eat it. That makes

lack of caution led to a collision with his back, resulting

she exclaimed

about her pain, fixated on her red nose. After a prolonged silence, he uttered unexpectedly, “The most peculiar aspect about you isn't making me eat; it's having a date with your boss. Now wouldn't you

demeanor. “Didn't you mention having 300 bucks?” She

So Melissa remained silent.

bags stealthily, but Marcus promptly thrust them

ton, and her waist nearly

her face and let out a snort. “If you're aware you're at fault here, strive for better behavior.” With

him, she pondered what exactly

grasped the situation as soon as they

two carrots from the shopping bag, he declared, “These are for your consumption.” Carrots...

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a brief contemplation, he cleared his throat and proposed, “You can indulge in one. Save the other for the mutton stew.”

“Take a seat and enjoy.” Displaying

exposure to him had unveiled

nothing more

up in her eyes, a

to maintain composure, pretending all was well. In a hushed tone, she informed Marcus she had finished. His guilty pleasure satiated, he raised his hand, checking his watch. “I need a nap. Wake me when dinners ready.” The clock had barely struck four,

Destiny, as unpredictable as it was, spun diverse tales for each

Melissa refrained from uttering a

the bags to the kitchen, immersing herself in preparing dinner

his gaze towards the kitchen, a subtle smile playing on

two shirt buttons, removed his wristwatch, and stretched his

Fowler Group, relaxation had

need for relaxation anyway. Work served as his companion, and he held

with Melissa joining the secretarial department, Marcus found

Melissa diligently took care of household chores and prepared meals for him, Marcus found

extended to wanting to cradle her in his arms

shower, the doorbell disrupted

delivery person standing with a

was etched

on the package matched his. It turned out

reflection, Marcus realized that Ross was the

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make a big deal out of it. Curiosity piqued,

included a bottle of fine red wine, a box of

studying it in silence for a while

as he was about to set it

inquire about his preferences, her eyes fell upon the box of condoms in his hand, causing her face, ears,

cream towards her, stating, “Old Mr. Fowler ordered this for you.” Old Mr. Fowler? As in Waylen Fowler? Wasn't he Marcus’ father? Melissa couldn't fathom why Waylen would order ice

Melissa's gaze involuntarily shifted to the box in Marcus’ hand. Marcus, noticing her gaze, lowered his head and chuckled. “Don’t worry. It's not meant for you.” Clutching the ice cream, Melissa

“Although, I wouldn't mind sharing if you're interested.” Before Melissa could protest, he strolled into the main

Melissa stood there, a sense of unease

her relationship with him was

through, for she needed

her daily commitment to chores and his

apartment offered a comforting warmth, providing her with a complete sense of

the best of it, even though it would never be truly

prolonged silence, a figure appeared at

white bathrobe. Leaning against the door, he observed her and remarked, “The ice cream is on the verge of melting”

“I'l head to the kitchen to indulge.” “Sit in the dining room. After savoring your treat, you can resume cooking.” Thankfully, once he concluded his instructions,

Melissa inhaled audibly.

cream, she ambled to the table, took a seat, and meticulously unfolded

and creamy flavor deviated from her accustomed