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 understand,” he

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and Dad may not say much, but they're worried about you too.” Yesterday, Waylen had gone to the airport

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 difficult for him?" Waylen, after a long pause, finally mustered a question, laden with concern, “Could it be that Marcus has some... intimate issues?” Rena’s response was a mix of sadness

softly broached the topic, Marcus replied in a flat tone, “I'm planning to get married soon.” Alexis sighed, watching him enter his car in

back, Marcus was unusually

supporting his chin, his expression was one

to move

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

Marcus remained indifferent, even if Melissa sought to talk,

away didn’t matter anymore; he just no longer desired

was setting in, even he had his

his old apartment. Staring at the familiar road sign

deep into the

at the building's entrance, taking a moment in his car to smoke a

was met with the sight of Melissa, huddled at his

stared at

she looked up, her

lump

elevator, watching as

the lights

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almost pleading as she called out, “Marcus.” Stepping 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 need to talk to you. The other day, I said what I did because... because...” “You thought it was amusing, right? You assumed I'd always tolerate and forgive you, didn’t

“Look, Melissa, it's over.

what you wanted, isn't it? Do you find it amusing to deceive me

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

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

If not, let's say thirty million, or fifty.” He ultimately scribbled down eighty million, tore

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

to

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

Melissa clutched his

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won't leave again,” she sobbed,

he was clearly done with her, underscored by

do you mean

me now. And mine to you. This is a breakup. It's not a child's game of playing house.” After his

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 again.” Gently, he

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

remained at the door, immobile until her legs

she squatted, clutching her aching stomach, yet refusing to seek

ached more than her

His words had cut deep, but she lingered,

a chance Marcus’ feelings might soften overnight? Could he still Like her? Cradling her arms, Melissa

Inside, Marcus was restless.

to quell

himself of this

to the home gym, venting

sleep would

morning, he

Melissa had left. He opened the door

as

door ajar, there stood

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the wall, eyes closed,

on a gentle glow. The delicate hairs on her face

veneer of innocence adorned

undisturbed in

withdrew silently, closing

door, uncertain whether Marcus had emerged or if it was

to make a sound,

to approach his door and tenderly rap

plea echoed in her desire for Marcus to open the

Marcus immersed himself

stood by the French window, sipping

retrieved his phone and dialed

the earliest flight for me.” Innocent

eyes and questioned, “Mr. Fowler, are you certain? The project is intricate. It'll require a minimum

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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! I was only joking!” Marcus, resolute in his decision, directed, “Organize

plus the two of us." Despite Sylvia's inclination to plead, Marcus terminated the call

found herself rendered

frustrations on Sylvia, his capable Books Chapters Are Daily Updated

subordinate.

Sylvia contemplated resigning.

intensity, “Tell me you earn ten million dollars annually. Say itl." Her husband shifted, enveloping her in his

vigorously pinched

million dollars a year, but I can accompany you to

the other side, Marcus, having discharged his

strolled to the bedroom, yet his

Melissa

the clock struck seven in the