A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Melissa met his gaze without faltering.

After a moment, Weldon's voice, rough with emotion, broke the silence.

“You bear such a striking resemblance to your mother... Please, take a seat.” As Melissa seated herself across from him, Weldon lapsed into memories of her mother, recalling

their first meeting with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with his usual demeanor. “When I first encountered her, she seemed like a gentle force, unexpectedly entering my life. You remind me of her, eliciting a similar sense of empathy.” Perhaps the combination of his authoritative position and vast influence lent a tone of regret to his reflections on past romances.

Bears However, for Melissa, these musings rang with unmistakable irony.

Melissa held back her emotions. “Yet, you deceived her. You led her to believe you were unmarried, without a wife waiting at home. So, at just 20, she chose to follow you, a man on the verge of 40.” Weldon let out a soft sigh. “I did love her, truly” Melissa's response was edged with scorn. “Your so-called love was nothing but a profound mistake. Perhaps there was love at the start.

However, when she became pregnant with your child, when she became a threat to your family, you discarded her like something worthless.

Are you aware of the hardships she faced giving birth alone? Can you even imagine the pain she endured afterward, or the struggle of the child she raised on her own? You know nothing. You remain oblivious, wallowing in self-pity only when it suits you” Her voice faltered slightly. “Had I been given the chance for a normal

family, Marcus and I wouldn't have had to break up in the first place.

And now, you presume to act as a concerned father? Don't you find pointless?” Weldon asked quietly, “Do you hate me?” “I don't,” Melissa replied, her voice steady. “It's my mother who had every reason to. You betrayed her trust, and she carried that betrayal to her grave. Now, with no ties binding us, I wish for no further contact. I refuse to bear the Smith name.” Weldon's laughter broke the heavy silence.

He regarded Melissa intently. “You still lack understanding. Whether it's marrying into the Scott or the Fowler family, do you really believe you can secure such a match without significant support?” Melissa realized their worlds were irreconcilably different and there was nothing more to talk about.

Rising to her feet, she stated plainly, “Such aspirations hold no appeal for me. A home, a place to rest, a simple meal... A simple life is all seek.” With those final words, she departed, leaving the conversation behind.

They spoke no further of her mother.

As Melissa reached for the door, Weldon called out with a heavy tone, “You'll come to regret this. Melissa, I'm sincere in wanting to make amends. Just call me Dad and everything will be alright”

Melissa halted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I... don't have a father.” With those words, she exited.

Behind her, the sound of teacups shattering echoed, a testament to the conversations impact.

Yet, Melissa moved on, unaffected.

Thomas attempted to offer solace. “These things take time. Perhaps what's needed is a period of adjustment.” Weldon, frustration evident, gestured towards the exit. “Three years have passed, and yet she remains unchanged! Her perspective is as limited as her mother’s. What harm is there in being a mistress?

Why stir up drama, accusing me of deceit —" Thomas cut him off, “But the deceit was real” Left without a response, Weldon fell silent.

Melissa stepped into the night alone, her spirits lower than before.

Marcus, now appearing more composed, was still in the lobby.

‘s Upon noticing Melissa, he stood and offered, “Let me give you a lift” Melissa gently refused, “A company car is waiting for me out there.” Under the glow of the streetlights, Marcus’ features were striking.

“I've asked your driver to depart earlier” “Marcus... you..." With a soft smile, Marcus placed his coat over her shoulders, suggesting, “Think of it as a walk for digestion. Besides, the Japanese cuisine tonight was disappointing.” Perhaps in need of companionship, Melissa found herself accepting his offer.

The club was situated near a river, the night view Lending a serene backdrop to their silent promenade. Marcus, a cigarette between his lips, glanced at her to gauge if she minded.

Melissa offered a slight smile in response.

Marcus lit his cigarette, the smoke curling into the night air.

Leaning against the railing, he broached the subject of Alan's son.

“What are your thoughts on him?”

Melissa adjusted the coat draped around her, the fabric carrying the distinct aroma of tobacco as well as Marcus’ cologne. As her cheek grazed the collar, a subtle expression of longing emerged...

Marcus regarded her in silence, taking in her delicate features, the fairness of her skin, and the grace of her neck.

He softly uttered her name, “Melissa.” Melissa gave a gentle “Hmm” in response, turning towards him to inquire, “Why did you come here today?” Marcus chose not to answer directly.

Instead, he simply watched her, noting how vulnerable yet pretty she looked wrapped in his coat.

After a moment, he moved closer, his hands finding their way inside the coat as he leaned in, their foreheads touching. His voice, soft and slightly rough, broke the silence. “Is the coat keeping you warm? You seem quite fond of it” His hands gently circled her waist, the touch light through the fabric of her shirt.

Viflen Melissa instinctively leanéd back, he drew her closer again.

In that moment, Melissa acknowledged the turmoil within her.

Maybe it was her clouded mood or the lingering effects of the alcohol, but she found herself willing to surrender to the moment.

Their ki*s was fervent, a dance of lips and breath.

Marcus’ voice was low as he looked into her eyes. “What's next for us?” Their understanding of one another's intentions, shaped by their shared history, needed no words. Melissa, without hesitation, embraced him, her voice a whisper, “Let's find somewhere private.” “Are you certain?” Marcus sealed their intentions with another prolonged ki's, offering Melissa a moment to reconsider.

‘s But tonight, Melissa sought solace in indulgence, never once asking him to halt their advance. Together, they made their way to a nearby luxury hotel, Melissa's form nestled against Marcus, concealed by the swath of his coat.

The receptionist, curious, tried to glimpse the woman by Marcus’ side.

Yet, Marcus shielded her from view.

With the room key in hand, they entered the elevator, the tension

palpable despite their mutual consent. Melissa rested her head on his shoulder, her breaths shallow.

Marcus, displaying a gentleness that was rare for him, inquired softly, “Should we head to my apartment or return to the villa?” Melissa, her resolve clear, brushed a lock of hair from her face and murmured, “Let's stay here” No further words were exchanged as Marcus tenderly ki*sed her cheek.

reached their

to their room. Upon unlocking the door, his earlier fervor gave way to caution. “Do you need to check in with Julie? 'm going to shower first” Melissa

alone, she reached for her phone to call Julie, crafting a tale

voice was laden with worry, advising Melissa to

over Melissa's

at the moment, noting

looks like we're short on bathrobes. I'll contact the

voice over the phone caught Julie off

him! Melissa couldn't offer much

there, Julie understood more

I'l take care of Matthew. You two have a good chat!” After the call ended, Melissa found herself drifting for a

behind, his lips brushing against her neck as he softly asked, “Having second thoughts?” Gently gripping her phone, Melissa took a moment to collect herself before responding lightly, “Weren't you going to call the front desk?” Marcus sidestepped her question, his touch lingering on her waist as he murmured, “Shall

Marcus couldn't help but chuckle lightly, unable to restrain

remarked with a

unguarded now, fueled by a bit of

taken on a

breath tickling her ear as he whispered,

in a tight embrace, her arms winding around

which glowed softly in the dim light. Her voice, tinged with raspiness, broke the silence. “So, are you going to take that shower or not?” Marcus continued to ki*s her fervently, his hand gently tracing her slim waist. Though he remained silent, his dark eyes spoke volumes, filled with

to shower while Melissa called for an extra bathrobe from the front

in her phone,

from behind, wrapping his

lips in a ki*s. After

to meet his lips in

was very intense, possibly because they had both been alone for

swept up in

affection, she willingly obliged, wrapping her arms around his neck,

the

like this before,” Marcus murmured,

moment, Marcus experienced a sensation he had never felt before, as if his blood was flowing in reverse. It overwhelmed him to the point where he did something he had never done before. Holding Melissa's slender waist tightly, he uttered

little slut! Mine!” Melissa, undeterred, wrapped her arms around him, pressing seductively against

hindsight, neither dared to meet the other's

early morning, Melissa awoke

body felt slightly sore, it was a comfortable

gently filtered into the room, casting

Marcus stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, engrossed in a phone call with

it for tomorrow... Nothing else changes.” After hanging up, he turned to see Melissa awake,

morning” Marcus walked over, gently ruffling her fluffy black hair. “Hungry? Ill call room service,” he

she replied, “I want a light breakfast.” Marcus chuckled quietly as he took a seat next to the spacious bed, reaching for the phone to dial the front desk. All the

lingered in Marcus’ heart, prompting him

just make it quick. Your blood sugar may drop since you haven't had breakfast!” Picking up the bath towel at the foot of the bed,

enveloped her from behind, murmuring tender words that

turned introspective. The steam

a way of leading one

seemed like

so easily to Marcus “allure? His motives were evident, yet Melissa harbored

she emerged, wrapped in

the dining table, casually flipping through the newspaper handed to him by the waiter. The front-page headline caught his attention. It was

Melissa draped in his coat, her face shielded from view

Melissa joined him at the table, her eyes fell upon the

her reaction. After a moment, he set the newspaper aside, intertwining his fingers. With a soft voice, he asked, “Do you want to make our

But Marcus persisted.

the heart, he was not completely oblivious, especially when it

had been proactive the night before, this

no intention of acknowledging what

should be some sense of

smile, “I don't need you to be responsible for me. We're both

deliberately, “l mean, you should” take responsibility for met” After the eventful night, Melissa didn't feel inclined to argue

a sip of milk to alleviate any tension before acknowledging, “You did exert a lot of effort last night, I'l give you that.

left no

her, the events of last night were nothing more than a _ one-time occurrence, If it weren't for their child, it

his body still

it

saying Last night was an accident?”

Melissa hummed lightly.

of reason, she added softly, “Marcus, sharing a bed once won't resolve our issues” Last night... truly meant nothing.” His bitter laugh hung in the air as he rose from his seat, walking up behind her and whispering in her ear, “What about sleeping together a few more times then?” Melissa wanted to say there would be no next

let go

glanced at Melissa as he spoke into the phone. “Yes, 'm with Melissa. Bring over a set of clothes for her.” Marcus instructed Sylvia. “Hers are too wrinkled to

the other end of the line, Sylvia hung up

from the previous night. Was he happy or unhappy? Half an hour later,

hail a cab, but Marcus surprised her by opening the car door. “Get in! ll take you

Melissa sensed a change

he would have turned up his nose

she hummed in agreement and settled into the

couldn't contain her laughter as she sat beside

conversed with Ross about the weather. “Looks like we're

saying, “That's why it's essential to check the weather forecast before heading out, unless you want to end up soaked! Getting drenched can easily lead to sickness, and when you're under the weather, you're bound to feel grumpy and look as sour as my wife going through menopause. So annoying!” Sylvia fell silent, slightly uncomfortable with