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.

Melissa had slipped into more comfortable clothes and joined them, just as Matthew began to protest-why couldn't Minnie dine with them? Marcus, ever the patient explainer, tried to lay out

expression of pure

lifting an eyebrow, replied, “Minnie’s a dog, buddy. Our food isn't good for her. She only eats dog food. And you 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

shoulders, Matthew placed Minnie back

and,

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

face

Marcus affirmed, a sincere promise

shrugged, his love for his son clear as he responded, “It's no trouble at all.

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

sensing the bed was her own, leapt onto it with

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

approached Melissa, who was poring over a financial

“I'm thinking of making a

Lifting her eyes, Melissa took in the sight of him dusty, disheveled, but unmistakably content in his labors of

we could make.” Yet Marcus was nonchalant, gently pressing, “Matthew mentioned he'd like them more if you made them.” With a resigned

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

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

just get married. I'm not looking for a stepmom for Matthew.” Before Melissa could reply, her

name flashed on the

didn't take the call but instead look up

from your lover? Need

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, how can

me you'll be at my

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

“Hey, are you by yourself right now?” Through her tears, Jessie lamented. “They've all left. Its Like nobody cares about me anymore!” Her voice trailed off into

had too much to drink, and I'm afraid to call

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

to face Marcus, who was already watching her, wood shavings

check on her. Would you mind watching

from his clothes in a deliberate, unhurried motion. “And why should I do

them, Melissa began

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

onto hers, intense

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

warmth spread across

gesture was unexpected; he handed Melissa the car keys, declaring the vehicle hers from then on,

her mission, neither accepted nor rejected

been in such a state-crying and yelling. We didn't dare call her

headed straight upstairs.

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

maid, embarrassed,

marred by her condition, whispering

expressed her

this, Melissa's heart went out to

a towel and gently began to wipe Jessie's face as she sat beside her. Slowly coming to, Jessie saw Melissa and burst into

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

despair. “I don't care! Nobody does.” Tears brimming, Jessie turned to lie on her back, a raw vulnerability in her voice. “My fiance, he's seemingly perfect in every way. Yet, he envisions our marriage as an open relationship. Do you understand what

be the father of our children. Beyond

is it so hard to find someone who genuinely cares about me? Why do men always treat me

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

tenderly placed a hand on her shoulder, her heart aching for her friend. It

of the

for one last encounter with Albert before she tied the knot.

later on... Putting aside your situation with Mr. Watson, are you truly ready to marry

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 Minnie, the

with a gentle reassurance, “You're selling yourself

sarcasm. “Please, Melissa, don't treat me like a

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

relationship with Marcus. Melissa had always stayed out of Jessie and Albert's tumultuous relationship, but

over Jessie, Melissa made a decision to step

quiet spot downstairs

expecting a call at

“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 intoxicated, and frankly, she’s not in a good state... She's

concern for her wellbeing?” The silence that followed

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

gravity of his own 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

Green... she might still be holding out hope

with you or anyone else in Duefron for specific reasons.

mix of dismay and urgency. “Mr. Waston!” Overwhelmed by the

respond, he finally said, “Perhaps this is for the best” With that,

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

the staircase, her expression

“Jessie?”

her body frozen,

however, seemed to have

to plead with that man on

he?” Melissa was at a loss,