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.

couldn't really say that he regretted nothing at

he knew was that his chest was tight with

the morning, Melissa left home quietly

driver's seat was half-open, and a man's leg stretched out from inside. From the gap in the opening, Melissa

doubt about it.

for a while, and then decided to just ignore him. She opened

then, Marcus called from the other vehicle. His voice was raspy

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

whatever was left from the wreck of their relationship.

“No, thank you.” But Marcus was already retrieving his wallet from the car. “It's

almost

she came down, she heard them. She brightened at the sight of them and said, “Matthew didn't eat much earlier. With you here, Mr. Fowler, 'm sure Matthew

strategy worked instantly. Marcus looked at Melissa and said in a clear voice, “I want to eat breakfast with Mom and Dad.” Melissa got

the heart to refuse

the third wheel, Julie

and the low hum of chatter

obediently. Marcus’ hangover was yet to subside, but he endured the throbbing in his head in favor of helping his son

a few bites of his sandwich and commented, “It's alright, but it's not as good as

tasted her cooking. Did you drink last night

at his father’s arm to get his attention and said softly, “Dad, last night, I got up to go to the bathroom. It was already three oclock, but Mommy

you support me and Mom? If you do, she wouldn't have to work so hard” Marcus knew that Matthew had learnt that line from

The dark circles under her eyes were still

wear yourself out if

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

Julie came and took Matthew away, and

Looking at her face, Marcus asked her softly, “Is Albert that important to you? Is that

this for Albert or for the Watson Group. I have a kid, and I have to put food on the table. I won't be getting as much as I am now if I'm just taking things easy. A high salary comes with a lot of responsibilities, too.” Bears When she finished, Melissa's

feeling guilty. “Melissa...” he

to see

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

you get it? Id rather work myself to death than have to rely on you” After a long while, Marcus said softly, “You do mind those women,

make things difficult for her. He exited the car without another word, and then closed the

over the space now that

she was, she wouldn't go back on her decision, especially when Marcus

Melissa arrived at

AM, she asked her secretary to make

things according to her

side, Alan hung up

that Rena was an old friend, and she had

to admire her and thought that she would be a good match for

didn't matter. So what if Melissa had a child.

really wanted her for a

a while, but ultimately decided to do things

number and waited for her to pick up. When she did, he explained everything

main point was that he wanted

She almost couldn't believe her own ears. “Alan, are you sure

she would make a great wife! Melissa is capable, and my son is absorbed in his research. She can manage the family business in his place. Don't you think they'll make for an excellent

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

It has a nice ring to it, doesn't

but curse, “What a shameless person! Rena, you made a terrible mistake by

wanted to help Melissa, but she had never foreseen

matters worse, Alan's son was indeed an excellent prospect- handsome, well-mannered and from a good family. Thinking of her own arrogant son, Rena felt her temples

Marcus arrived for a change

entered, and then

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

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

can do what you can and even better, especially when you're not even putting up a fight” “Melissa's not that kind

cut in. “If you know that, then why couldn't you be 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 work for the Watson Group and make up for it, she wouldn't be able to survive

have to find

go up against us? Teach him a lesson. That's what you do best, right?” Waylen's words were both praise and

Unbuttoning his shirt, he said indifferently, “Good idea.” His response took

said, “Is he really our son? Since when had he been so cold-blooded?” Rena sipped her tea and calmly answered, “What did you

at

went downstairs. 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

made an appointment

evening, she arrived at the restaurant

when she opened the door,

were there, along with a young man who was about thirty years old. He

them, Thomas and Weldon were

past, she would have left immediately. Just because she didn't have any contact with the Smith family didn't mean that she didn't

him, she wouldn't have been

mother wouldn't have ended

looks like a set-up.” Melissa stared at Weldon for a long time and said

with your brother too.” After saying that, she

her very much. To his surprise, she

turned out for Vanessa. When Weldon came to Alan, Alan knew that

agreed

were to unify by

your uncle, right? Oh, by the way, let me introduce you. This is my son, Jaime Scott”

smiled and said, “So this is your son. This project must really be

Scott.”

shifted the focus of the situation

knew what she was doing, and instead of