A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 2841 Adorning her coat and retrieving the car key, she prepared to depart.

Her husband offered to drive her. She declined with a slight shake of her head. “You'll need to drive our child tomorrow morning. I'll handle this carefully.” At that moment, Sylvia vowed to purchase a million-dollar diamond ring by the end of the year, financed by the credit extended by Marcus.

Handling a man in the aftermath of a breakup was challenging, a burden she alone bore.

At eight oclock in the morning in Warsew, Sylvia arrived at the hotel.

Sophia, upon seeing her, behaved like a spoiled child and questioned why Marcus was being so unreasonable.

Sylvia retained a sense of injustice.

Unfortunately, she lacked someone to confide in.

(Eagles) ‘s (Eagles) Wearing a light smile, she remarked, “We are paid not just for our work skills but, most importantly, for understanding the boss’ intentions. fell short on this. You've Mr. Sophia, you pissed Fowler. I can't defend you this time.” Anxious, Sophia pleaded, “Sylvia, I've been doing well." Sylvia dismissed her concerns with a wave. “However, Mr. Fowler isn't content with your performance. Sophia, let me be blunt. You overstepped the boundaries. It's not the surname Brown or the secretary role that Mr. Fowler finds appealing. Sometimes, men's feelings for women can be inexplicable, but having feelings alone is not sufficient. Mr. Fowler has spent over a year in the company of Melissa. I believe Melissa has consistently made him feel comfortable and content throughout this time.” Sophia stood in stunned silence.

She believed she possessed greater intelligence, was more sociable, and comprehended men better than Melissa.

Not wanting to engage in an argument with Sophia, Sylvia issued a direct command. “Return to Duefron and submit your resignation. I'll instruct the human resources department to provide you with an Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated for All Books Updates...

additional month's salary.” Sophia remained unaccepting.

Sylvia, lowering her head with a smile, advised, “Had you been prudent, you wouldn't have provoked Mr. Fowler once more. Now one more mistake, it's not just your job at stake. I fear you might not be able to continue residing in Duefron.” Checking her watch, Sylvia promptly entered the elevator.

In a dazed state, Sophia gazed at Sylvia's retreating figure. She doubted the significant influence Melissa supposedly held.

She questioned how a woman could inflict such pain on Marcus.

Sophia soon discovered the truth.

When she hailed a taxi with her luggage, Sophia spotted Melissa across the street.

Melissa was employed at a breakfast shop. Sophia deliberately walked over, intending to say something to Melissa. However, as Sophia approached, she noticed the vivid red hickeys on Melissa's neck, indicating the intensity of the situation at that moment.

Did Marcus visit Melissa last night? If Marcus couldn't erase Melissa from his thoughts, why did Melissa endure such a challenging existence?

Chapter 2842 Abruptly, Sophia lost the desire to inquire anything between them.

She feared the potential exacerbation of her feelings if she sought answers.

She feared the realization that her desires might be something others cast aside.

However, Melissa persevered, tending to customers, handling transactions, and procuring breakfast despite her weary body. Day after day, Melissa navigated this challenging existence.

(Eagles) In a hushed tone, Sophia finally muttered, “Fool!” With her luggage in tow, she departed briskly.

Melissa glanced up and spotted someone familiar. The recognition hovered at the edge of her consciousness but elusively slipped away.

Eventually, she lowered her head, completing the transaction and returning the change to the customer.

In the suite on the top floor, Sylvia retrieved the spare key card and opened the door.

Upon entering, thick smoke greeted her, but fortunately, there was no trace of alcohol.

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She believed Marcus had exercised some restraint.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor, prompting Sylvia to pick them up and fold them up one by one. Eventually, she discovered Marcus in the main bedroom.

Although Sylvia held the position of Marcus’ chief secretary, she rarely delved into his daily affairs.

Marcus preferred not to have his secretary assume such responsibilities.

Yet he had summoned her, indicating a need for care. His appearance was disheveled, and his face was pallid.

“Mr. Fowler?” Sylvia extended her hand, brushing Marcus’ forehead, detecting a slight warmth-evidence of a fever.

Marcus stirred, his voice hoarse.

“You're here. Summon a doctor for me.” Closing his eyes, he added, “I'm experiencing a mild stomach ache and dizziness. Summon the hotel doctor and arrange breakfast.” After a moment's contemplation, Sylvia suggested, “I noticed there's a diner across the street. Shall I have some wonton soup delivered?” “Whatever, Marcus replied, massaging his forehead.

His gaze drifted toward the ceiling, still not fully alert.

A seasoned professional, Sylvia had endured an all-nighter and remained in high spirits.

Chapter 2843 She promptly summoned the doctor and placed a comprehensive breakfast order.

Additionally, she gathered all of Marcus’ dirty laundry, preparing to dispatch them to the hotels dry-cleaning service.

Meanwhile, across the street, as Melissa busied herself in the cashier, the proprietress approached abruptly, announcing, “There's a takeout order from the hotel across the street. Melissa, being the youngest and most presentable, you'll handle the delivery. It's for the presidential suite. I hear it costs an arm and a leg for one night there; so t's an opportunity to broaden your horizons. Go, and remember to share your insights about the hotel later.” Melissa was then handed a bag containing a bowl of steaming hot wonton soup.

Melissa gazed at the breakfast in her hand with a look of surprise on her face.

(Eagles) She was well aware of who was staying in the presidential suite of the hotel across the street. It was Marcus.

The thought puzzled her. Why hadn't Marcus ordered breakfast in the five-star hotel he was staying? Why opt for takeout instead? “The wonton soup from 2 our. place. is famously delicious in town,” the proprietress boasted with pride.

Melissa considered asking the proprietress to find someone else to deliver the breakfast. But before she could speak, the proprietress hurried off to attend to other matters. Left with no other choice, Melissa found herself heading across the street to the hotel with the breakfast bag in hand.

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The receptionist at the hotel recognized Melissa and greeted her with a smile. “Delivering breakfast for a guest? You can leave it here.” Melissa really didn't want to encounter Marcus at the moment.

So she readily nodded in response and said, “Please, could you give this to Mr. Fowler on the top floor?” Mr. Fowler was in the presidential suite? The receptionists eyes sparkled with recognition, and she promptly agreed.

Just then, Sylvia appeared, descending the stairs with a laundry bag.

She was surprised to see Melissa there so early in the morning. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts. “Melissa? Is that really you?” Melissa was equally taken aback.

After a few seconds, she managed to utter, “Sylvia?” Sylvia, seasoned in workplace dynamics, quickly regained her composure.

She placed the bag on the front desk, exchanged a few words with the receptionist, and then turned to Melissa, speaking softly. “Come with me. Mr. Fowler must be waiting for his breakfast” Melissa bit her lip, feeling a bit hesitant.

and requested, “Could you... please take it up for me? I don't think Mr. Fowler wants to see

had been rough between Marcus

he might never want to see

the specifics of their situation, had a good idea about what had

pride, now deeply humiliated by almost being deceived and rejected by a

it was clear he wasn't

wore a gentle smile and patted Melissa's shoulder. “Look, Mr. Fowler and I are two different people. Hey, we haven't caught up in so long. Don't you have any stories for me? I've been driving all night and now I have to attend to Mr. Fowler

with someone as experienced in the workplace

knew it, Sylvia had

Sylvia, being a mother, could tell Melissa

bit savvier, she could have a much better life, especially with someone

heaved a quiet

hesitated at the door, whispering to Sylvia, “The wonton soup

at the door.” Sylvia grinned. “You're avoiding Mr. Fowler, right? He's sick, running a high fever. I touched his forehead. His body temp must be at least 39 degrees. The

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was as opulent as she had imagined. But upon entering, she was greeted by the smell of cigarettes laced with a masculine

It was unmistakably Marcus.

scent stirred something in Melissa,

wave of embarrassment. Sylvia handed her some change and said, “Don't you want to see Mr. Fowler? If I'm not mistaken, you have feelings for him too. Even if you don't, you're kind-

as much as he does for you.” Those words came from the

ignoring Marcus now would be

much hesitation, she

that Marcus

did appear ill, his usually

chance to observe

undeniably attractive, but she usually avoided staring at him, for his gaze had the power to make her knees go

she seized

him, captivated by his face resting against the pillow. He had such a strikingly captivating face, even

was then that Melissa became acutely

in her simple white T-shirt

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everything about their time together was borrowed and would

was enveloped

fingers over Marcus’ Lips, recalling their softness and the intense

still harbored

eyes welled up with emotion. She longed to ki*s him,

Melissa's lips brushed against his ever

move away, she felt his hand on the back of her head, and suddenly

body radiated

bathrobe had fallen open, revealing his

her face aside, too overwhelmed to

raspy, his eyes burning with intensity as he gazed at Melissa beneath him, almost devouring her with his look. He reminded her, “What did I say? We weren't supposed to see each other again, remember?” Fear slowly

memories of the previous night haunted her, causing her

her hand on his shoulder, attempting to

moving him, he pressed closer, their bodies entwined. Her clothes soon found their way to the

for this.” Marcus leaned in, ki*sed her passionately,

dominant in his

let her go the night before, never expecting her to seek him

body was a mix of anger and desire. He couldn't hold back, regardless of her pleas. Now mattered how hard she tried, he still refused to

he pressed

seemed to stand

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intense, fixed solely on her. He

time that Melissa had ever been physical

This revelation

sickness and her discomfort, they gave themselves to each other in a heated, hurried

she wrapped her arms around his neck, calling

his eyes on her, his look a complex mix of love, hatred, and confusion.

of them focused

this moment

He cradled Melissa's face in his hands and ki*sed her

her; he drew

her remaining clothes

entwined, their passion

shut the door upon initially hearing Marcus’ voice

moment longer and discreetly listened

inside the room next

Marcus grew. His fever made

anything happened to him, she'd be responsible.

end, she decided

from the hotel infirmary

master bedroom left

Could you perhaps leave some fever-reducing medicine? I'll make sure

set down the medicine and

seeing the doctor out, Sylvia placed the medicine on the coffee table, left a

was there, after

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&

bedroom, the mood was

fever receding, and he no longer felt unwell. ALL he wanted

from behind, planting a

often harbored a bit of mischief, and Marcus was no

upset with Melissa, the fact that it was her first time softened his

take responsibility.” He was implying that they should get

thoughts were jumbled, but a part of her

Gone was the toughness of last

was convinced of Melissa's

their intimate

why he was patient with

2848 He turned her to face to him, cradled her neck

desires often heightened after

ear, asking if she was

her lip, a gesture he found irresistible. Without a

She spent the entire morning in his