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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gesture, her voice comforting. “Drive safely. Mom and Dad may not say much, but they're worried about you too.” Yesterday, Waylen had

“Our son is handsome, comes from a good family.

tone, “I'm planning to get married soon.” Alexis sighed, watching

Marcus was

the steering wheel, the other supporting his chin, his

to move on

breaking his own rules for her, was folly and he vowed not to repeat.

if Melissa

she walked away didn’t matter anymore;

was setting in, even

Marcus realized he had unconsciously driven to his old apartment. Staring at

deep

entrance, taking a moment in his car to smoke

opened, he was met with the sight of Melissa, huddled at his doorstep, embracing herself, evidently

stared at

she looked up, her eyes brimming

felt a lump

inside the elevator, watching as the doors closed again,

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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

“Look, Melissa, it's over.

deceive me time

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

smoke curled from his lips as he replied with chilling calm, “I don't care about what you feel. If you feel being with me was a loss, I can compensate.” He took

it against the wall, he glanced at her sideways. “Would ten million suffice? If not, let's say thirty

“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 things for me.” His words were harsh, reflecting a desire to sever all ties with

betrayed pain, yet to Marcus, this brought a

her pain run deep, or was it merely a facade? Perhaps she would soon claim affection for

stated, “We're even now.” As he moved to enter, Melissa clutched his hand, wedging

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again,” she sobbed, her words trailing off into tears.

he was clearly done

reconsider? But Marcus erupted. “What do you mean by not leaving? Melissa, we're finished. Do you understand what a breakup

your concerns, they're irrelevant to me now. And mine to you. This is a breakup. It's not a child's game of playing house.” After his outburst, Marcus’

You were 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 back. Don't cause trouble for me, and don't put yourself through this

With that, he eased her hand away, opened the

at the door, immobile

her aching stomach, yet

more

His words had cut deep,

overnight? Could he

Inside, Marcus was restless.

ice water, he gulped it down, but it did little to quell his frustration. He was tempted to open the door and cast

himself of

to the home gym,

sleep

at three in the morning, he lay

had left. He opened the door with a racing

night was as chilly as

Marcus swung the door ajar, there

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eyes closed, appearing as though she were

crystal lamp overhead, her visage took on a gentle glow. The

innocence adorned her

remained undisturbed

contemplation, and then withdrew

roused Melissa from her repose. Blinking, she gazed vacantly at the door, uncertain whether Marcus had emerged

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

her to approach his door

plea echoed in her desire

Marcus immersed himself in deafening

stood by the French window, sipping ice water, clearly in a

and dialed Sylvia's

for me.” Innocent of the unfolding events, Sylvia perched on the bed, clutching her

and questioned, “Mr. Fowler, are you certain? The project is intricate. It'll require a minimum of a year for full integration.” “Then I'll commit to a year there,” Marcus

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of foreboding dawned on Sylvia. Boldly, she inquired, “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 year?” “No, Mr. Fowler!

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

found herself

on Sylvia, his capable Books

subordinate.

Sylvia contemplated resigning.

dollars annually. Say itl." Her husband shifted, enveloping her

pinched his

retorted, “I don't earn ten million dollars a year, but I can accompany you to Livebop.”

having discharged his pent-up frustration, experienced a newfound sense of

he strolled to the bedroom,

Melissa had

until the clock struck seven in