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.

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 the

sat on a chair, wearing an expression of pure innocence, as Matthew

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,

the end, with a droop in his little shoulders, Matthew placed Minnie back on the sofa before

unfold and, feeling

eat, I'll make a special little table for Minnie. That way, she

Matthew's face transformed

Marcus affirmed,

spoiling him." But Marcus just shrugged, his love for his son clear as he responded, “It's no trouble at all. Besides, Matthew's not in

into the tool room. There, they didn't just build a dining set for Minnie; they crafted a small bed, too, with Marcus taking the time to smooth

onto it with joy, her tail

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

poring over a

thinking of

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

order them on Amazon. They'll turn out better than anything we could make.” Yet Marcus was nonchalant,

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

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 of the moment, smoothly shifted gears. “I'm taking Matthew to the Civil Office tomorrow to change his name and address.” The words hung in the air; Matthew was to take Marcus’ last name instead

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

flashed on the

but instead look up

a call from your lover? Need me to step

voice, strained with emotion, resonated from the other end. “Melissa, how can

at my bachelorette

significance of the date- Valentine's Day was also the

Melissa asked with genuine concern, “Hey, are you by yourself right now?” Through her tears, Jessie lamented. “They've all

the line as someone else took the phone over. “Miss Brown, is this you? Its Elsie Miss Green has had too much to drink, and I'm afraid to call Mr. Watson. What should I do, Miss Brown?" Elsie? The same Elsie from Albert's

after her,

watching her, wood shavings still clinging to his clothing. “Jessie's

her engagement tomorrow... I need to go check on her.

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

Melissa began to

to me,” she asked softly,

locked onto hers,

with a ki*s, Marcus cut through

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

declaring the vehicle hers from then on, citing

of her mission, neither accepted nor rejected the offer

been in such a state-crying and yelling. We didn't dare call her family. It's best they don't know about this

headed straight upstairs.

the bedroom door, the pungent smell of alcohol hit her immediately. With

maid, embarrassed,

appearance marred by

lamented his absence and expressed her

heart went out to

to wipe Jessie's face as she sat beside her. Slowly coming to,

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

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 that means,

be the father of our

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

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

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

Elsie and the retention of the villa were telltale signs of her

one last encounter with Albert before she tied the

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 confessed, her voice breaking as

supposed to do with my life, Melissa” In that

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

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

a weak smile, her thoughts briefly touching

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,

watched over Jessie, Melissa made

quiet spot downstairs

Heron, likely not expecting a call at

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 intoxicated, and frankly, she’s not in a good state... She's having serious doubts about her engagement. Mr. Waston,

for her wellbeing?” The silence that followed weighed

her

arrangement with that woman, agreeing to marry her niece. It seems to be

eventually managing to convey, “Miss Green... she might still be holding out hope for you” Albert's response was dismissive, a stark

this with you or anyone else in Duefron for specific reasons. But if she

and urgency. “Mr. Waston!” Overwhelmed by the weight of the conversation, Melissa couldn't

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

the company-Melissa’s sympathy for Jessie deepened. It was a stark

were interrupted when she noticed Jessie on the staircase, her expression eerily calm and devoid of the

“Jessie?”

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

have arrived

need to plead with that man on my behalf,” she said, her tone light but

he?” Melissa was at a loss, unsure of what to