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.

slipped into more comfortable clothes and joined them, just as Matthew began to protest-why couldn't Minnie dine with

expression of pure innocence, as

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

Matthew placed Minnie

scene unfold and, feeling

eat, I'll make a special little table for

face transformed with

my word,” Marcus affirmed, a sincere promise

Voice. “You're 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 pre-school until later this year.

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

sensing the bed was her own, leapt onto

them upstairs, sawdust sprinkling from his clothes, a stark contrast to his usually neat

poring over a financial report in her post-shower

“I'm thinking of making a cushion and some other things for Minnie. Got any

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

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

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

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

“You know, we could just get married. I'm not looking

name flashed on

but instead look

call from your lover?

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

be at my bachelorette

the date-

“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

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,

rush of urgency spurred Melissa into action. “Look after her, I'm on my

her, wood

with her engagement tomorrow... I need to go check on her. Would you

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

them, Melissa began to clear the sawdust

to me,” she asked

locked onto hers, intense

coax him with a ki*s, Marcus cut through

flush of warmth spread across Melissa's cheeks as

keys, declaring the vehicle hers from then on, citing its “too girly”

caught between surprise and the urgency of her

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... They're likely unaware of her and Mr. Watson." Melissa

headed straight upstairs.

immediately. With a concerned frown, she asked, “Exactly how much did

embarrassed,

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

expressed her

Melissa's heart went

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

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

every way. Yet, he envisions our marriage as an open relationship. Do you

the father of our children.

Tears kept streaming down Jessie's face as she lamented, “How is he any different from Albert? Melissa... Tell me, why is it so hard

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

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

the retention of the villa were

one last encounter with Albert before

others later on... Putting aside your situation with Mr. Watson, are you truly ready to marry this man, Jessie’ “Honestly,

useless. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with my life, Melissa”

selling yourself short, Jessie. You're young, vibrant, and full of

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

her thoughts briefly

own relationship with Marcus. Melissa had always stayed out of Jessie

watched over Jessie, Melissa made a decision

a quiet spot downstairs and dialed Albert's

was in Heron, likely not expecting

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, do you

The silence

boundaries with Albert, her superior, and the anxiety of the potential repercussions

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 by the

convey, “Miss Green... she might still be holding out hope

shared this with you or anyone else in

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?” Albert’ silence

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

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

when she noticed Jessie on the staircase, her expression

“Jessie?”

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

to have

no need to plead with that man on my behalf,” she said,

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