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.

his sister, and then embraced her softly. “I

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

Waylen repeatedly asked, “Where's Melissa?” Under the 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

to get married soon.” Alexis sighed, watching him enter his car in the darkness. His movements

Marcus was

steering wheel, the other supporting his chin, his expression was

longed to move on

being ensnared by a woman, breaking his own rules for her, was folly and

indifferent, even if Melissa

reasons that she walked away didn’t matter anymore; he

was setting in, even

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

deep

the building's entrance, taking a moment in his car to smoke a cigarette before heading to

with the sight of

at her

up, her eyes brimming with

a lump

as the doors closed again, leaving

the lights caused a momentary mutual

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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

“Look, Melissa, it's over.

it amusing to deceive me time and

I do care for you.” His gaze on her was piercing, devoid of the warmth and playfulness once there. He withdrew a cigarette, lighting it

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,

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

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 things for me.” His words were harsh, reflecting

pain, yet to Marcus, this

merely a facade? Perhaps she

Melissa clutched his

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she sobbed, her words trailing off into tears.

the futility; he was clearly done with her, underscored by his

But Marcus erupted. “What do you mean by

they're irrelevant to me now. And mine to you. This is a breakup. It's not a child's

it. So, take this 8 million as compensation. Please, Melissa, don't come back. Don't cause trouble

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

immobile until

squatted, clutching her aching stomach, yet

ached more

deep, but she lingered,

a chance Marcus’ feelings might soften overnight? Could

Inside, Marcus was restless.

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

rid himself

headed to the home

hoped sleep would come

three in the morning, he lay awake,

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

as chilly

there stood Melissa, steadfast in her

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the wall, eyes closed, appearing as though she were

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

innocence adorned

undisturbed in her

contemplation, and then withdrew silently, closing

repose. Blinking, she gazed vacantly at the door, uncertain whether Marcus had emerged or if it

attempting to make

her to approach his door and tenderly

her desire for

the door, Marcus immersed

French window,

and dialed Sylvia's number. “There's a collaboration project in Livebop,

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

“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 affirmed

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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

from business department, plus the two of us." Despite Sylvia's inclination

found herself rendered

with a strained relationship, vented his frustrations on Sylvia, his capable Books Chapters Are Daily

subordinate.

Sylvia contemplated resigning.

collar, she demanded with intensity, “Tell me you earn ten million dollars annually. Say itl." Her husband shifted, enveloping

vigorously pinched his

“I don't earn ten million dollars a year, but I can accompany

his pent-up frustration, experienced

gradually, he strolled to the bedroom, yet his

presumed Melissa had

the clock struck seven in