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 the patient explainer, tried to lay

a chair, wearing an expression of pure innocence,

us?” Marcus, 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 when I was little, couldn't you,

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

and,

eat, I'll make a special little table for

face transformed

word,” Marcus affirmed,

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

they didn't just build a dining set for Minnie; they crafted a small bed, too, with Marcus taking the time to smooth down every edge until it

the bed was her own, leapt onto it with joy,

upstairs, sawdust sprinkling from his clothes, a stark contrast to his

who was poring over

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

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

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

and leaped into Melissa's arms, sniffing curiously at the financial report she set aside. Melissa

“What do you think about adding another 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 Office tomorrow to change his name and

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

name flashed on

take the call but

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

voice, strained with emotion, resonated from the other

me you'll be at my bachelorette party tonight,

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

by yourself right now?” Through her tears, Jessie lamented. “They've all left. Its Like nobody cares about me

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

her, I'm on

her, wood shavings still clinging to

drink, and with her engagement tomorrow... I need to go check on her. Would you mind watching Matthew while

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

between them, Melissa began to clear the sawdust

me,” she asked

onto hers, intense and

leaned in, hoping to coax him with a ki*s, Marcus cut through

across Melissa's cheeks

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

urgency of her

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

headed straight upstairs.

smell of alcohol hit her immediately. With a concerned

embarrassed, offered

appearance marred by her condition,

his absence and expressed her reluctance to

heart went out to

Jessie's face as she sat beside her. Slowly

long?” “Why did you drink so much, huh? You

he's seemingly perfect in every way. Yet, he envisions our marriage as an open relationship. Do you understand what

will be the father of our children. Beyond that,

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

some soup for Miss Green?” With a moment's hesitation,

her shoulder, her heart aching for

the retention of the

with Albert before she tied the

some 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,” Jessie

just been drifting, feeling so utterly useless. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with my life, Melissa”

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

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

offered a weak smile, her thoughts briefly

relationship

Melissa made

found a quiet spot downstairs

not expecting

not about work. It's about Miss Green.” Melissa hesitated, her voice laced with concern as she finally said, “Miss

no concern for her wellbeing?” The

was overstepping boundaries with Albert, her superior, and

his voice conveyed 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 the most viable

eventually managing to convey, “Miss Green... she might still be holding out hope for

wedding is set for tomorrow. I haven't shared this with you or anyone else in Duefron for specific reasons. But

know she shouldn't waste 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

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

the company-Melissa’s sympathy for Jessie

her expression eerily calm and

“Jessie?”

with concern, her body frozen, unsure how to approach

have

Melissa. But there's no need to plead with that man on my behalf,”

marry on the same day, hasn't he?”