A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Thanks to Sylvia's arrangements, six poodle puppies awaited them.

They were all so adorable and Matthew wanted them all.

But Marcus stood firm. “We're only taking one home.” Matthew sulked briefly.

But soon, he perked up, eagerly eyeing the poodles before finally settling on a white one. The shop assistant handed the puppy over, and Matthew cradled her carefully.

The assistant beamed. “It looks like he's taken a liking to her” As the paperwork commenced, they learned the puppy-Minnie-was only three months old.

Matthew adored Minnie and was already planning a wardrobe for her.

Marcus intervened. “It's spring; she'll be uncomfortable in clothes.

Plus, her white fur's perfect ass, don't you think?” Matthew cuddled Minnie, proclaiming, “She's not as beautiful as Mom though” Marcus grinned.

Melissa didn't want to quarrel with Marcus anymore. She was supposed to be mad but, gazing at the tender puppy, she couldn't help but feel drawn toi too. Maybe it was because Melissa had never had a doll growing up. Touching the soft puppy made her uneasy, stirring up memories from her childhood.

Marcus observed Melissa petting Minnie’s fur.

Out of the blue, he offered, “If you fancy, pick another one for yourself” Melissa was lost in thought.

When she snapped out of it, she declined with a smile, “No, one's plenty.” Matthew glanced at his dad, and then at his mom, muttering under his breath, “Didn't dad say we could only have one?” Marcus playfully tapped Matthew's head. “Each person gets one. You've got Minnie.” Though it was a bit of a fib, Matthew bought it.

He even thought his dad was being super fair! Melissa stole a glance at Marcus. When he swiped his card, he added an extra $20, 000. “Get the other pups top-notch food. If you can't find them homes, give me a shout” The shop assistant was taken aback. She hadn't pegged Marcus as a big-hearted guy.

But soon it clicked.

Melissa had a soft spot for these pups. Even though they didn't take them all, she still cared. The assistant envied Melissa.

Back home, Matthew was strapped into his seat, unable to hold the puppy.

So Melissa cradled Minnie.

Matthew leaned in and they both showered Minnie with affection.

Minnie was exceptionally gentle, always nuzzling Melissa's fingers.

It seemed Minnie fancied her new owner too.

Behind the wheel, Marcus stole a glance at Melissa through the rearview mirror. “If you're so keen on pups, why not bring home one more?” Melissa didn't look up but her eyes softened a tad.

“I've got work and Matthew to tend to. 'm stretched thin as it is.” Marcus dropped the subject, steering them back home. Meanwhile, the cook was busy whipping up a feast in the kitchen.

Hearing the car, the housekeeper dashed out, fussing over Matthew's new furry friend before announcing, “Dinner will be ready in half an hour, Mr. and Mrs. Fowler.” Marcus nodded.

Once the housekeeper left, Matthew darted to the lawn with Minnie.

Melissa glanced at Marcus.

Twilight blanketed the sky, the sun dipping low.

Leaning against the car, Marcus lit a smoke.

In the dimming light, his silhouette stretched, his profile striking against the dusk. Melissa spoke softly. “Could you tell the staff not to use that title?” Marcus’ gaze flicked to Matthew briefly.

Then, shifting his focus back to Melissa, he replied, “If they don't call you that, what should they call you? ‘Miss Brown? Do you want everyone knowing we're living in sin?” Suddenly, he pulled Melissa close, whispering, “Miss Brown, you surprise me with your candor. I never saw it coming.” Today, Marcus had been needling Melissa non-stop. She had a temper too. She clenched her jaw and retorted, “You're no saint either. You acted

like it's been ages since you last touched a woman.” Marcus released her grip.

With a cigarette dangling from his slim fingers, he took a slow drag, looking suave and debonair.

After a moment, he smirked. “I haven't been with any woman in years.

I've been remaining chaste for you.”

Melissa thought he had some nerve. - Marcus stubbed out the cigarette and headed off to find his son.

Watching him go, Melissa felt a twinge of confusion.

Marcus seemed possessive, yet his pace was deliberate. He didn't even insist sharing her bed when she moved in. It was like he was slowly melting her, and she really felt vulnerable.

Melissa felt trapped, like there was no way out.

The evening sky was growing dim, cloaked in the velvet hues of impending twilight.

Matthew ran around the spacious backyard, his laughter filling the air.

The puppy, thrilled with the new space, zipped around after him, both of them completely engrossed in the game.

Marcus watched them from a distance, a quiet figure observing the boundless energy of the boy and his dog.

They continued their play until the yard had been thoroughly explored and the shadows grew long. Finally, Matthew, with the puppy in his arms, trotted over to Marcus.

“Dad, Minnie's got all dirty. Can you help me clean her up?”

Carefully, Marcus took the slightly muddy puppy from Matthew's arms, ready to tackle the mess.

The puppy was a bundle of softness, its fur Like silk-except for its belly, which was tender and hairless. Just as Marcus started cleaning the playful pup, Matthew hurried back with a towel, his eyes full of anticipation.

Once Minnie was clean, Marcus, with a strong but gentle hand, scooped up Matthew and headed toward the villa.

Matthew, a mix of sheepish pride and affection, rested his head on his dad's shoulder, his fingers unable to resist reaching out to pet Minnie once more.

Matthew began to protest-why couldn't Minnie dine with them? Marcus, ever

wearing an expression of

at the table like we do, or use a fork and knife, right?” Matthew's eyes, round and earnest, didn't waver. “But you could feed Minnie like you feed me when I was little, couldn't you, Daddy?” At that, Marcus found himself at a

in his little shoulders, Matthew placed Minnie back on the sofa before shuffling back

watched the scene unfold and, feeling a twinge

a compromise. “How about this? After we eat, I'll make a special little table for

good?” Matthew's face

have my word,” Marcus affirmed,

love for his son clear as he responded,

set for Minnie; they crafted a small bed, too, with Marcus taking the time to smooth down every edge

the bed was her own, leapt onto it with

complete, Marcus brought them upstairs, sawdust sprinkling from his clothes, a stark contrast to his

was poring over

“I'm thinking of making a cushion and some other things for

Melissa took in the sight of him dusty, disheveled, but unmistakably content

than anything we could make.” Yet Marcus was nonchalant, gently pressing, “Matthew mentioned he'd

curiously at the financial report

kid to the mix?” Melissa remained silent at the suggestion. Marcus, sensing the weight of the moment, smoothly shifted gears. “I'm taking Matthew to the Civil

I'm not looking for a stepmom

flashed on

the call but

your lover? Need me to step out for

up the call. Jessie's voice, strained with emotion, resonated from the other end. “Melissa, how can you do this to me? My engagement

you'll be at my

the significance of the date- Valentine's

Through her tears, Jessie lamented. “They've all left. Its

as someone else took the phone over. “Miss Brown, is this you? Its Elsie Miss Green has had too much to

her, I'm on my way,” she said quickly before hanging

who was already watching her, wood

much to drink, and with her engagement tomorrow... I need to go check on her. Would you

from his clothes in a deliberate, unhurried motion. “And

the distance between them, Melissa began to

favor to me,” she asked softly, her voice a tender

gaze locked onto

him with a ki*s, Marcus cut through the tension with a

my rules. Understood?” A flush of warmth spread across Melissa's cheeks as she nodded, a mix of embarrassment and

hers from then on, citing its “too girly” interior as his reason

her mission, neither accepted nor rejected the

dare call her family. It's best they don't

headed straight upstairs.

the pungent smell of alcohol hit her immediately. With a concerned frown, she asked, “Exactly how

maid, embarrassed, offered

the bed, her engagement-ready appearance marred by her

expressed her reluctance to

watching this, Melissa's heart went

gently began to wipe Jessie's face as she sat beside her. Slowly

long?” “Why did you drink so much, huh? You know it's bad for you,”

Yet, he envisions our marriage as an open relationship. Do you understand what that means, Melissa?” A bitter smile crossed her face

he will be the father of our children. Beyond

being ‘progressive” Tears kept streaming down Jessie's face as she lamented, “How is he any different from Albert? Melissa... Tell me, why is it so hard to find someone who genuinely cares about me? Why do men always treat me so harshly?” Attempting to steer Jessie away from her painful ruminations, the servant interjected,

“Elsie, would you mind preparing some soup for Miss Green?” With a moment's hesitation, Elsie nodded and left them

placed a hand on her shoulder, her heart aching for her friend. It was clear to Melissa that Jessie's

Elsie and the retention of the

with Albert before

early in life, others later on... Putting aside your situation with Mr. Watson, are you truly ready to marry this man, Jessie’ “Honestly, I

just been drifting, feeling so utterly useless. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with my life, Melissa” In that moment, Melissa couldn't help but see a parallel between Jessie and

selling yourself short, Jessie. You're young, vibrant, and full

of sorrow and sarcasm. “Please, Melissa, don't treat me

weak smile, her thoughts briefly touching her own complicated situation with

own relationship with Marcus. Melissa had always stayed out

Jessie, Melissa made a decision to step

spot downstairs

expecting a call

tone laced with surprise. “Melissa? Is there a problem at the company?” She shook her head, even though he couldn't see her gesture. “No, it's not about work. It's about Miss Green.” Melissa hesitated, her voice laced with concern as she finally said, “Miss Green is quite

her wellbeing?” The silence that followed weighed heavily on

boundaries with Albert, her superior, and the anxiety

circumstances. “Melissa, things here in Heron are complicated. I've recently entered an arrangement with that woman, agreeing to marry her niece. It seems to be the most viable

find the words, eventually managing to convey, “Miss Green... she might still be holding out hope for you” Albert's response was dismissive, a stark contrast to the emotion swirling around

set for tomorrow. I haven't shared this with you or anyone else in

me anymore.” Melissa could barely hide her shock, her voice a mix of dismay and urgency. “Mr. Waston!” Overwhelmed by the weight of the conversation, Melissa couldn't suppress her outrage.

respond, he finally said, “Perhaps this is for the best” With that, he ended the call, leaving Melissa standing alone, grappling with the

of Albert's decision-to marry another for the sake of consolidating his position within the company-Melissa’s sympathy

when she noticed Jessie on the staircase, her expression eerily calm and

“Jessie?”

her body frozen, unsure how to

to have arrived at a

no need to plead with that man on my behalf,” she said, her tone light

he's chosen to marry on the same day, hasn't he?” Melissa was