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.

comfortable clothes and joined them, just as Matthew began to protest-why couldn't Minnie dine with them? Marcus, ever

expression of pure innocence, as Matthew made his

know she can't sit 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,

his little shoulders, Matthew placed

watched the scene unfold and, feeling a

I'll make a special little table for Minnie. That way, she can have her meals

good?” Matthew's face transformed

my word,” Marcus affirmed,

fondness and exasperation in her Voice. “You're spoiling him." But Marcus just shrugged, his love for his son clear as

Minnie disappeared into the tool room. There, they didn't just build a dining set for Minnie; they crafted a

onto

sawdust sprinkling from his clothes,

who was poring over a financial report in her

handiwork, he said, “I'm thinking of making a cushion and some

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

Melissa paused before responding, “I'l just order them on Amazon. They'll turn out better than anything we could make.” Yet Marcus was nonchalant, gently pressing, “Matthew mentioned he'd like them more if you made them.” With a

full of energy, bounded into the room and leaped into Melissa's arms, sniffing curiously at the financial

smile and teased Marcus, “Seems Like you're treating Minnie as if she were your little girl” Marcus, with a hint of something deeper in his gaze, threw out a playful challenge. “What do you think about adding another kid to the mix?” Melissa remained silent at the suggestion. Marcus, sensing the weight

“You know, we could just get married. I'm not looking for a stepmom for Matthew.” Before Melissa could reply,

name flashed

take the call but

is that a call from your lover? Need me to step out for a

teasing was met with an eye roll from Melissa as she picked up the call. Jessie's voice, strained with emotion, resonated from the other end. “Melissa,

be at my bachelorette party tonight,

remembered the significance of the date- Valentine's Day was also the day of Jessie's

right now?” Through her tears, Jessie lamented. “They've

Miss Green has had too much to drink, and I'm afraid

action. “Look after her, I'm

her, wood shavings still clinging to

need to go check on her. Would

a deliberate, unhurried motion. “And why should I do this for you?” he

Melissa began to clear the sawdust from his

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

gaze locked onto hers, intense and

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

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

car keys, declaring the vehicle hers from then on, citing its “too girly” interior as his reason

the urgency of her mission, neither accepted nor

arrival, the servant-Elsie-rushed to her, urgency in her voice, “Miss Brown, you're finally here! Miss Green has been in such a state-crying and yelling. We didn't dare call her family. It's best they don't know about this place...

headed straight upstairs.

of alcohol hit her immediately. With a concerned frown, she asked,

maid, embarrassed,

the bed, her engagement-ready appearance marred by her condition, whispering Albert's name amidst

lamented his absence and expressed her

watching this, Melissa's heart went out

as she sat beside her. Slowly coming to, Jessie saw Melissa and burst into

you drink so much, huh? You

in her voice. “My fiance, he's seemingly perfect in every way. Yet, he envisions our marriage as an

he will be the father of our children. Beyond that, he's

Albert? Melissa... Tell me, why is it so hard to find someone who genuinely cares about me? Why do

Miss Green?” With a moment's hesitation, Elsie nodded and left them

shoulder, her heart aching for her friend. It was clear to Melissa that Jessie's heart still lingered with Albert, not her

and the retention of the villa

last encounter with Albert before she tied the

early in life, others later on... Putting aside your situation with Mr. Watson, are you truly ready to marry this man, Jessie’ “Honestly, I don't know anymore,”

what I'm supposed to do with my life, Melissa” In that moment, Melissa couldn't help but see a parallel between Jessie and Minnie,

gentle reassurance, “You're selling yourself short, Jessie. You're young,

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

weak smile, her thoughts briefly touching her own complicated

to someone about love when she couldn't even figure out her own relationship with Marcus. Melissa had always stayed out of Jessie and Albert's tumultuous relationship, but tonight

Melissa made

found a quiet spot downstairs

Heron, likely not expecting a call 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

her wellbeing?” The silence that followed

that she was overstepping boundaries with Albert, her superior, and the anxiety of the

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 solution for all involved at the moment.” “But Mr. Waston!” Melissa interjected, taken aback

might still be holding out hope for you” Albert's response was dismissive,

with you or

her time on 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

as Melissa thought he wouldn't respond, he finally said, “Perhaps this is for the best” With that, he ended the call, leaving Melissa standing

Albert's decision-to marry another for the sake of consolidating his position within the company-Melissa’s sympathy for Jessie deepened. It was a stark reminder of the ruthlessness

thoughts were interrupted when she noticed Jessie on the staircase, her expression

“Jessie?”

voice was tinged with concern, her body frozen, unsure how to

however, seemed to have arrived at a serene

for making that call, Melissa. But there's no need to plead with that man

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