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.

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

on a chair, wearing an expression of pure innocence,

family. Why can't she have dinner with 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, Daddy?” At that, Marcus found himself at

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

unfold and, feeling a

this? After we eat, I'll make a special little

Matthew's face transformed with

Marcus affirmed, a sincere

clear as he responded, “It's

a dining set for Minnie; they crafted a

leapt onto it

the creations were complete, Marcus brought them upstairs, sawdust sprinkling

poring over a financial report in her post-shower

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

in the sight of him dusty,

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

arms, sniffing curiously at the financial report she set aside. Melissa quickly put that away to save it from

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

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

flashed

call but instead look up at

from your lover? Need me to step out

as she picked up the call. Jessie's voice, strained with emotion, resonated from the

at my bachelorette

suddenly remembered the significance of the date- Valentine's Day

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

Brown, is this you? Its Elsie Miss Green has had too much to drink, and I'm afraid

“Look after her, I'm

wood shavings still clinging to his clothing.

much to drink, and with her engagement tomorrow... I need to go check on her. Would you mind watching Matthew while 'm out?” Melissa's request was timid, edged with

motion. “And why should I do this

began to clear the sawdust

to me,” she asked softly, her voice

onto

leaned in, hoping to coax him with a ki*s, Marcus cut through the tension with a gravelly ultimatum. “Be back by

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

handed Melissa the car keys, declaring the vehicle hers from then on, citing its “too

of her mission, neither accepted nor rejected the

didn't dare call her family. It's best they don't know about this place... They're likely unaware of

headed straight upstairs.

the pungent smell of alcohol hit her immediately. With a concerned

embarrassed,

sprawled across the bed, her engagement-ready appearance marred by her condition,

expressed her reluctance to marry

heart went

began to wipe Jessie's face as she

so much,

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 that means, Melissa?” A bitter smile crossed her

father of our children. Beyond

it so hard to find someone who genuinely cares about me? Why do men always treat me so harshly?” Attempting to steer Jessie away

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

heart aching for her friend. It was clear to Melissa that

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

with Albert before

Mr. Watson, are you truly ready to marry this man, Jessie’ “Honestly, I don't know anymore,”

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

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

Melissa, don't treat me like a child. I'm far from being

smile, her thoughts briefly touching

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

Melissa made a decision to step

spot downstairs and

not expecting a call at this late

“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

for her wellbeing?” The silence that followed

Albert, her superior, and the anxiety of the

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!”

be holding out hope for you”

for tomorrow. I haven't shared this with you or

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 the conversation, Melissa couldn't suppress her outrage. “Don't you think that's too cruel to her?”

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

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

Jessie on the staircase, her expression eerily calm and

“Jessie?”

was tinged with concern, her body

seemed to have arrived at a

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

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