A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

The woman leaned close to him, undeterred by his glum expression.

She had schemed to be there, claiming that her car had broken down before asking him to give her a ride home.

Marcus hadn't refused out of respect for her father, but he wasn't expecting to be seen by Melissa, of all people.

Not that he should be bothered by this — they had broken up, after all.

The problem was, he did feel bothered. He was flustered and angry and evenalittle regretful.

As soon as Melissa's car disappeared in the distance, Marcus got out of the car and slammed the door closed behind him.

He turned to his driver, instructing him to drive the girl home.

Feeling aggrieved, she also got out of the car and demanded, “Is it because of her?” Marcus stood tall and brooding in his black suit.

He lit a cigarette and took a couple of drags before asking, “Her, who?” “Melissa! From the Watson Group.

I heard that she got her position through Mr. Watson's help. She wouldn't have been promoted so fast if there was nothing going on between them.

So, are you rejecting me because of her? You can't possibly be unaware that I'm trying to pursue you. Do you honestly think that woman is worth more than I am?” She was shaking with emotion, and her tone turned aggressive with every word she spoke.

Instead of answering her, Marcus put his cigarette out and got back inside the car. The girl tried to do the same, but he stopped her.

“She is the mother of my son,” he said, his tone icy. “While you are a nobody to me. What made you think you can insult her to my face?” He pulled the door closed, forcing her to back away, and then snapped at Ross, “Drive!” Ross had overheard every bit of their conversation, and couldn't be more pleased with its result. Still, he wasn't as cruel as his master. “It may not be a good idea, Mr. Fowler.” he said as he started the engine. “What if she runs into some hooligans if we leave her all by herself?”

“I don't care!” Marcus glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the girl stamping her feet, no doubt throwing a tantrum.

Ross grinned. “Well, it's not her fault. This is on you, really, you ladykiller.

Despite being a father, you still have a flock of women constantly chasing after you. If I were Melissa, Id be furious, too.

Ah, where are we headed, by the way?” Marcus clicked his tongue and leaned back in his seat. He didn't care for Ross’ words, either.

He fiddled with his phone for a while before asking James out for a drink. It was cold, and it was late. James dragged himself out of bed and did not hesitate to give Marcus a piece of his mind. “Look here, you may be single, but I have a wife and children to keep me company in my nice, ‘warm home. Seriously, if you weren't helping with my business, I would never go out in the middle of the night just to drink and listen to your woes. Tell me, did you have another fight with Melissa? Why don't you just go straight to her and ask her if she still loves you, huh? Be a man and beg on your knees!”

James’ mockery almost made Marcus hang up in anger. But before he could end the call, James stopped him with an apology.

Late that night, they met at a bar they frequented.

They sat at one of the tables in the corner. Despite choosing a low-key place, several women quickly took notice and sent flirtatious glances at them, with some going as far as accosting them.

Marcus was unimpressed and ignored every single one of them.

James held a cigarette between their slender fingers, showing his ring.

“I'm married.” With a chuckle, the beauties left them alone.

James narrowed his eyes and took a drag of the cigarette. As he slowly blew out smoke, he gently knocked on the table and said, “Since you can't get over her, your only option is to get her back.

You've been together for so long. You just need to rekindle the feelings that are already there. Don't forget, there are many other men pursuing Melissa even now. If she wanted to, she would have plenty of options.” Without saying a word, Marcus clinked his cup with James's.

James let out a sigh. “And stop acting like you don't care” The two drank until two in the morning. When they finished, James felt tired and drunk. He had work early the next day, so he left first.

Marcus sat there for a moment, alone with his thoughts.

Ross grew sleepy in the car.

When Marcus sat in the car, Ross shivered and asked, “Are we going back to your parents’ now?” Marcus leaned back against his seat and answered, “Let's go back to my apartment.” Ross wiped his face, spunk up and drove.

After a while, he said, “No one uses that place. Itd be perfect if Melissa moves in with your son. It's near your company, so you would be able to have Lunch with them even on weekdays.” Marcus turned his head and stared at the night outside the window.

Ross didn't press the matter anymore.

The car rolled to a stop in front of the apartment building. Marcus asked Ross to leave first, and then went upstairs.

The apartment had been cleaned regularly. Everything looked the same as before.

However, the place had been vacant for a long time, so it seemed empty and desolate.

Marcus had drunk too much tonight, and he was starting to feel uncomfortable. Still, he did't want to go to bed yet. A Lonesomeness.

took hold of him as he thought about life. He had a thriving career, but what good did that do him? At the end of the day, he was still alone.

He walked to the guest room.

Then, he sat on the edge of the bed and lay down.

The heating in the apartment was off, but Marcus didn't want to get up and turn it on. He lay outstretched on the bed for a long time before taking something from his pocket.

Itwas a diamond ring for Melissa.

She had casually put it aside in the drawer when they broke up. He took it back and never told her.

They didn't need words to understand what it meant.

Until now, Marcus had never regretted a single decision he had made in his life... But now he was just miserable. There were plenty of beautiful ‘women surrounding him, but he had no interest in any of them.

Now, he was lying on the bed, feeling hollow and dejected.

His eyes were fixed on the diamond ring for a long time before gently putting it back into the drawer.

Melissa...

In the dark night, Marcus quietly stared at the ceiling.

Thoughts came rushing into his head, his memories with Melissa filling his mind.

that he regretted

chest was

morning, Melissa left home quietly and was

in the car, she spotted a white Bentley parked nearby. The door to the driver's seat was half-open, and a man's leg stretched out from inside. From the gap in the opening, Melissa caught a glimpse of

doubt about it. It

then decided to just ignore him. She opened the door and got in her own car

Marcus called from the other vehicle. His voice was

moment, gently closing her car door and turning around to face him. “What are you doing here?” Marcus got out of the car and came to her. He raised his hand, glancing at his watch. “Its still early. How does breakfast sound? I know a good place nearby. They make that sandwich you're so fond

from the wreck

tactfully, “No, thank you.” But Marcus was already retrieving his wallet from

Melissa almost laughed in her

sight of them

another purpose. Picking up the little boy, he said, “Let's go. Would you like Mommy to come with us?” His strategy worked instantly. Marcus looked at Melissa and said in a clear voice, “I want to eat breakfast with Mom and Dad.” Melissa got up early that morning. She

refuse Matthew, so

the third wheel,

made up most of the customers inside. The aroma of food and the low hum of chatter

subside, but he endured the throbbing in his head in favor of helping his

sandwich and commented, “It's alright, but it's not as good as Julie's” Melissa had ordered a soy latte for herself and drank it

you drink last night and drive here?”

He tugged at his father’s arm to get his attention and said softly, “Dad, last night, I got up to go to the bathroom.

work so hard” Marcus knew that Matthew had learnt that line

didn’t answer but looked at Melissa. The dark circles under her eyes were

“You're working too hard. Is that really necessary? You'll wear yourself out if you keep that up.” Melissa didn't want to talk about it in front of

did he want to argue while they were with their son, so he held back and didn't press when she

Matthew away, and Marcus got into the passenger seat of Melissa's

eyes at him and said, “I have to go to work!” Looking at her face, Marcus asked her

while, she said flatly, “I don't know how you got to that conclusion, but whatever it is you've convinced yourself of, you're wrong. 'm not doing this for Albert or for the Watson Group. I have a kid, and I have to put

eyes softened, feeling

turned away, not wanting him to see the tears glistening in

Then, you went and invited Violette into your house. You let any woman sit in your car because each one of them is just as replaceable as the next. They don't mean anything to you. I'm scared, Marcus. One day, if you got upset, I'd

death than have to rely on you” After a long while, Marcus said softly, “You do mind those women, don't you?” “Get

the car without another word, and

all over the space now that

but no matter how sad she was, she wouldn't go back on her decision, especially when Marcus didn't respect her.

Melissa arrived at the

to do. At 10 AM, she asked her secretary to make an appointment with

arranged things according

hung up and devised

true that Rena was an old friend, and she

Melissa, he grew to admire her and thought that she would be a good match for his son.

So what if Melissa had a child. As far as he knew, she

wanted her for

but ultimately

with Rena. He dialed her number and waited for her to pick up. When she did,

point was that he

couldn't believe her own ears. “Alan,

Melissa is capable, and my son is absorbed in his research. She can manage the family business

Alan one bit. “Then I guess I'l gain a cute grandson after she marries my son. I've seen the boy's photos. He's adorable. Don't worry, Mrs. Fowler. The boy will be treated as my own. If Melissa agrees, I would be willing to

nice ring

made a terrible mistake by introducing him to

Melissa, but she

and from a good family. Thinking of

Marcus arrived for a change of

him as he entered, and then asked, “Have

James last night. Then I went to get breakfast with Matthew this morning” A mix of complicated feelings filled her chest. “Why didn't you bring Matthew back here?” There was a pause before Marcus answered, “I have to go to the company later” He was about to go upstairs when Waylen, unable to help himself, sneered at him. “Your wife is going to be taken away by other men, and here you are still obsessed with that damned work. If you insist on being

what I'm talking about! He wants Melissa for his son. There are countless rich

even better, especially when you're not even putting

more understanding when she went to Heron? You went as far as stealing her client and putting her in a tight spot. If she doesn't

next. “We have to find a way to get her

a lesson. That's what you do best, right?” Waylen's words were both praise and

said

“Is he really our son? Since when had he been so cold-blooded?” Rena

at

After freshening up, he seemed more energetic, which made his father jealous. “His youth makes me envious. It's such a pity he's wasting it away, with no wife beside him.” Marcus lowered his head, buttoning his jacket. “I'l have one soon.” “Bullshit!”

made an appointment with Alan

evening, she arrived at the restaurant on

the

who was about thirty years old. He had a strong resemblance to Alan. He must be

than them, Thomas and Weldon were

had been in the past, she would have left immediately. Just because she didn't have any contact with the Smith family didn't

him, she wouldn't have been regarded as

all, her mother wouldn't have ended up the way

a set-up.” Melissa stared at Weldon

too.”

To his

Vanessa. When Weldon came to Alan, Alan knew that the Smiths

agreed to the

to unify

Smith is your uncle, right? Oh, by the

is your son. This project must really be important, seeing how you brought him for inspection. I'm

Scott.”

focus of the situation to entirely business-related

inwardly smiled. He knew what she was doing, and instead of being offended,