A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 2891 A dissenting voice argued, “That's not possible. He's done with her." Sylvia's cold glance, silenced further comments.

Meanwhile, Marcus drove, the cool evening breeze streaming through his rolled-down window.

The setting sun cast a warm glow on his face, highlighting his handsome features.

He tried to distract himself from thoughts of Melissa, turning on the stereo, but memories of their time in Warsew persisted, both bitter and sweet.

His expression tensed as he accelerated.

Arriving at a villa half an hour later, Marcus paused outside.

Darkness was falling, and the villa’s windows glowed invitingly.

He stood there, contemplating a different future, one where he and Melissa might have started a family in such a lovely home, surrounded by laughter and children.

“Uncle Marcus!” Evelyn burst out of the house, her puppy Ollie bounding along behind her.

The early summer air embraced them. Evelyn was a picture of youthful charm in her floral dress with a round collar, white knee-length stockings, and black leather shoes.

Her brown hair curled playfully around her face.

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Marcus stooped to lift Evelyn, her presence a gentle fragrance in his arms. She leaned in to ki*s him, and then wrapped her arms around his neck. “Mom said you'd come, and Dad's cooking,” she announced with childlike excitement.

Balancing Evelyn on one hip, Marcus opened the car trunk with his free hand, retrieving several boxes of tonics.

“Is that so?" he asked.

Evelyn leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially, “Dad's making Lamb chops. He talked about grilling Ollie if he misbehaves. Uncle Marcus, can you tell Dad not to?" Ollie, who had been frolicking around, suddenly looked apprehensive, his tail tucked.

Marcus, a smile playing on his lips, carried Evelyn and guided Ollie into the house. The servants were off, leaving the family alone. In the kitchen, Leonel was busy cooking, while Alexis lounged on the sofa, absorbed in a magazine.

Alexis looked up at their entrance. “No overtime today?” Her question hinted at her knowledge of the recent events at Fowler Group and the situation with Melissa.

Setting the tonics aside, Marcus sat down opposite Alexis with Evelyn on his lap. He was tall enough that she perched there as if on a high stool.

After a moment of silence, he finally said, “'m done.” Alexis smiled, about to respond, when Leonel emerged from the kitchen bearing a tray laden with culinary delights, grilled lamb chops, red wine, and foie gras.

Chapter 2892 A lavish spread, accompanied by Evelyn's more child-friendly meal, both appealing and elegantly presented.

Leonel removed his oven gloves, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

“Marcus, come! I hope you enjoy the lamb chops tonight.” Marcus and Leonel weren't known for their camaraderie.

Seating Evelyn at the table, Marcus took his own seat, eyeing the sumptuous French cuisine. “Leonel, you've outdone yourself with the cooking. You never used to be so hands-on in the kitchen.” Leonel’s smile was easy and natural. “Just a small gesture to please my wife,” he replied.

Assuming the role of the elder brother, Leonel advised, “Marcus, don't be too aloof with the one you fancy. Girls are sensitive; there's no harm in indulging them a bit." (Eagles) ‘s (Eagles) Marcus could only snort in response.

Alexis, meanwhile, seemed to wish she could banish Leonel to the oven, irked by his knack for provoking Marcus.

She shot Leonel a glare.

Leonel, unfazed, raised his glass. “Let's enjoy our meal,” he proposed.

Dinner was an uneasy affair for Marcus, though Evelyn seemed blissfully happy.

She even tried to share her lamb chop with Ollie under the table.

But the dog, sensing something amiss, scurried away, tail between his legs.

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Marcus shot Leonel a glance, sensing the jibe was aimed at him, but held his tongue, his mood still soured.

After dinner, Marcus spent some time playing with Evelyn.

She was absorbed in her building blocks on the carpet, and Marcus watched her, his mind seemingly elsewhere.

When Alexis entered the living room, Marcus looked up.

Noticing the glass of water and medicine in her hand, he realized it was time for Evelyn's medication and bedtime routine. Standing, he announced, “I should be going then." Alexis halted Marcus. “Let me walk you out.” Just then, Leonel entered. With a warm smile, he offered, “I'l take care of Evelyn's medication. You walk Marcus out.” After a brief glance at Leonel, Marcus stepped out ahead.

The night air was brisk. Leonel gently placed a shawl over Alexis’ shoulders, his voice soft.

Chapter 2893 “It's cold out there.” He exuded the air of a caring husband.

Alexis nodded and caught up with Marcus, who waited outside the living room. They descended the stairs together, reaching the parkin lot where Marcus paused, turning to face her. “I'm alright, Alexis." Alexis stepped closer, adjusting Marcus’ collar.

“It's hard to believe you're fine. You haven't smiled all evening.

Are you certain Melissa doesn't care for you? She seemed straightforward to me, not the manipulative type.” Getting to the heart of the matter, she asked, “Have you thought about giving her another chance?” Marcus’ response was tinged with dryness. “Did Sylvia mention something?” “Sylvia's just concerned. She was worried about how you drove over.” Sighing, she added, “Don’t dwell on Leonel’s comments. He cares about you, just in his own way.” The gentle night seemed to ease Marcus’ spirit.

then embraced

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say much, but they're worried about you too.” Yesterday, Waylen had gone to the airport to meet the young

weight of the situation, Sylvia had to admit, “Mr. Fowler ended things with her." Waylen, troubled, spent a restless night, turning to Rena in bewilderment. “Our son is handsome, comes from a good family. Why is finding a wife so difficult for him?" Waylen, after a long pause, finally mustered a question, laden with concern, “Could it be that

tone, “I'm planning to get married soon.” Alexis sighed, watching him enter his car in the darkness. His movements were both dignified and

Marcus

hand on the steering wheel, the other supporting his chin, his expression was one of

longed to move on

a woman, breaking his own rules for her, was folly and he vowed not

even if Melissa sought to talk, to

she walked away didn’t matter anymore; he

was setting in, even

had unconsciously driven to his old apartment. Staring at the familiar road sign in the

was deep into the

moment in his car to smoke a cigarette before heading to the

was met with the sight

at

sound, she looked up, her eyes

lump form in his

elevator, watching as the doors closed again, leaving Melissa

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from the elevator, Marcus fished out his key, his voice icy, “Miss Brown, you seem to be at the wrong door.” As he opened the door, about to enter, Melissa sprang up, clutching his arm. “I

“Look, Melissa, it's over.

isn't it? Do you find it amusing to deceive me time and again?” Melissa's voice

piercing, devoid of the warmth and playfulness once there. He withdrew a cigarette, lighting it with

calm, “I don't care about what you feel. If you feel being with me was a loss, I can compensate.” He took a drag on his

sideways. “Would ten million suffice? If not, let's say thirty million, or fifty.” He ultimately scribbled down eighty million,

her eyes blinking in disbelief. “So, no matter what I say, you just don't want me back anymore?” “Yes,” Marcus confirmed unyieldingly. “So stop bothering me. I might soon have a wife. Your persistence could complicate

expression betrayed pain, yet to Marcus, this brought a

it merely a facade? Perhaps she would soon

to enter, Melissa clutched his hand, wedging hers in the doors gap, her dignity sacrificed in

& Stay

she sobbed, her words trailing off into

she sensed the futility; he was clearly done with her, underscored

“What do you mean by not leaving? Melissa, we're

not a child's game of playing house.” After his outburst, Marcus’ anger subsided, leaving a

right. We're in different worlds. It shouldn't have gone this far. I pushed it. So, take this 8 million as compensation. Please, Melissa, don't come

he eased her hand away, opened the door, and disappeared

at the door, immobile until her legs grew

squatted, clutching her aching stomach, yet refusing to

more

2896 His words had cut deep,

feelings might soften overnight? Could he still

Inside, Marcus was restless.

gulped it down, but it did little to quell his frustration. He was tempted to

himself of this

he headed to the home gym, venting his

he hoped sleep would

he lay awake, staring into

check if Melissa had left. He opened the door with a

was as

ajar, there

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eyes closed,

crystal lamp overhead, her visage took on a gentle glow. The delicate hairs on her face were visible, lending her a youthful

veneer of innocence adorned her

remained undisturbed in her

in contemplation, and then withdrew silently, closing the door behind

her repose. Blinking, she gazed vacantly at the door, uncertain whether

attempting to make a sound, but not a single word could

to approach his

silent plea echoed in her desire for Marcus

door, Marcus immersed himself in deafening

by the French window, sipping ice water,

retrieved his phone and dialed Sylvia's number. “There's a

the earliest flight for me.” Innocent of the unfolding events, Sylvia perched on the bed,

require a minimum of a year

Eagles.

“Mr. Fowler, did Melissa upset you? Haha. The young lady holds significant sway. Are you wary of her?” Marcus sneered. “Do you wish to accompany me abroad for the next

from finance department, another four from business department, plus the two of us." Despite Sylvia's

found herself

Sylvia, his capable

subordinate.

Sylvia contemplated resigning.

me you earn ten million dollars annually. Say itl." Her husband shifted, enveloping her in his embrace. After a while,

vigorously pinched his

million dollars a year, but I can accompany you to

having discharged his pent-up frustration, experienced a newfound

gradually, he strolled to the bedroom, yet his gaze involuntarily flickered toward the

presumed Melissa had

the clock