A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Albert seethed at Jessie's audacity.

But he held back any rash reactions. Despite the chaos outside, he remained seated across from her, seemingly intent on reasoning with her.

But how could Jessie lend an ear? She retorted icily, “Albert, I'm finally seeing things clearly. I won't expect anything from you in the future, nor will I bother you Whether you tie the knot or keep a harem, it’s none of my

business.” Albert felt a throbbing ache behind his temples.

His tumultuous past made him averse to settling down.

The only woman he'd ever truly loved was now married to another.

Jessie was different, though. In his mind, she was his lover and cherished junior as she was considerably younger. She'd devoted three precious years of her youth to him. How could he feel nothing for her? She'd even wanted to marry him, crying and pleading for this in the past.

In the end, she chose to end things.

Albert had hoped for an amicable split but it had still come to this.

He lit a cigarette in irritation, smoking it halfway before turning to her.

“Fine. Ill ask Melissa to take you back later” Their encounter was far from what he'd anticipated, leaving him with a heavy heart as he murmured, “Find someone decent to marry in the future” Jessie's eyes welled up with tears once more.

But she remained silent. He was married, and their chance was gone.

She wasn't going to stoop to those lows again.

Albert instructed her to wait inside while he stepped out. Melissa stood outside, lost in thought.

“Miss Brown” His tone betrayed his anger.

Melissa turned, her demeanor composed. “Mr. Watson, I accompanied

Jessie here as a friend, not in my professional capacity.” Albert glared at Melissa.

Despite the chaos outside, he directed his frustration at his former secretary. He fixed her with a stern gaze. “What's the deal with Jessie's fiance? Why is the engagement off?” Melissa revealed the truth. ler fiance proposed an open marriage, which Jessie couldn't accept “Open marriage?! An open marriage?!” Albert repeated, his voice escalating with each utterance. Finally, he exploded, “What nonsense! Who does he think he is?”

Melissa retorted defensively, “Honestly, you weren't any better to Jessie.

At least her fiance was upfront about his intentions before the wedding and she had a chance to break it off."

Albert glared at Melissa, his anger palpable. “You seem determined to make matters worse. Aren't you worried I'l send you packing?” Melissa replied respectfully, “Jessie mentioned that if you took it out on me, she'd transfer ownership of the villa to me” Albert was incensed. “Since when did you two become so chummy?” Melissa remained silent.

After a prolonged silence, she spoke softly. “Mr. Watson, why not do right by her and yourself? It's clear you're fond of her” Albert didn't directly address Melissa's suggestion.

Instead, he retrieved a cigarette, lighting it with deliberate slowness. He smoked more than half of it in silence.

How could he explain this to Melissa? He was almost two decades older than Jessie. Despite his current appearance of youth and success, he feared he might become a regretful old man in the near future.

Truth be told, Albert had once entertained thoughts of marrying Jessie.

Yet, every time he contemplated her youthful, sleeping visage, he hesitated.

Melissa averted her gaze, murmuring, “Mr. Watson, it's just your insecurities talking. It's not your age that makes you feel undeserving, but her superiority. She's got a top-notch background, stunning looks, and an Ivy League education. Even without a job, she has everything you once lacked, leaving you feeling inferior...

Albert's hand holding the cigarette twitched from the heat.

He stared at Melissa intently.

With awry smile, Melissa continued, “Perhaps I can relate because I come from a similar background just as yours.” Having once been his secretary, she was well acquainted with his circle and felt entitled to speak her mind.

Ina hushed tone, Melissa added, “You haven't signed any legal documents yet, Mr. Watson. You still have a chance to back out. You might disappoint her, but if you marry her without love, you'll hurt her even more.” Albert's gaze bore into Melissa's, his eyes holding depths of emotion.

“I'm not marrying for love. It's a connection through marriage with another family, Melissa.” he articulated each word deliberately.

“You're intimately familiar with the Waston Group. This union could preemptively quell internal discord. Why shouldn't I pursue it?” “But, Mr. Watson, are you happy?” The Waston Group, the influence... Are those truly your desires? Do you find yourself longing for that version of yourself on the racetrack

when you are alone on your own?” Albert's eyes never wavered from Melissa's. He regarded this young woman as both a subordinate, a partner in crime, and a family of sorts.

His eyes were bloodshot from a sleepless night, their intensity now heightened, lending a more ominous aura.

“Melissa, are you fully aware of what you're saying?”

Melissa's lips pressed together firmly, but she mustered the courage to reply, “I merely wish for you not to overlook your chance at genuine happiness. You're not getting any younger, and opportunities to find your true love in the future are scarce. It's not too late to reconsider this.” Her voice quivered as she spoke the final words.

Albert's stare bore into her, an intensity she had never experienced before.

He glared at her as if wanting to devour her. Yet, Melissa remained steadfast. She said what she had to say and it felt as though she had unburdened herself, regardless of the consequences.

However, in the end, Albert murmured slowly, “Melissa, what you see is just a fraction of who I am. The man I once was on the racetrack is long gone. People grow, and so have 1” With that, he turned and strode past Melissa, leaving her standing in silence.

“Melissa,” a gentle voice called out.

Startled, Melissa looked up to see Helen, Albert's mother, approaching.

Albert's wedding had taken place that day, and Helen, despite in her 60s, exuded grace and elegance.

“Thank you for coming,” Helen began softly. “As a mother, my greatest wish is for my son's happiness. Even though he's well into his 40s and capable of making his own decisions, he's always my boy. Would it be possible for me to meet Jessie?” Melissa regained her composure and whispered, “She might be in tears.” Afterward, Melissa added a pertinent observation, “Mr. Waston has shown her kindness over the past few years, almost spoiling her.

Please don't take offense if she behaves rudely.” Helen smiled warmly. “Of course not. I haven't had the opportunity to meet her yet. Albert has kept her well-hidden.” Melissa rapped lightly on the door. “Jessie, it's me.” After a moment's delay, Jessie cracked the door open.

from the beauty she exuded earlier. Her hair resembled a tangled bird's nest, and her makeup was smeared beyond recognition. Yet, despite her disarray, the remnants of her beauty were still evident

“I can sense that you've had your fair share of arguments with Albert” Jessie's eyes

formally met, she recognized

renowned as a celebrated writer, also happened

Jessie had fantasized about Albert introducing her to Helen, envisioning a future beyond their physical encounters. However, Albert seemed solely focused on the present, with little regard for anything beyond their

How ironic!

to usher Helen into the suite, while she busied herself preparing

herself up, Jessie observed Melissa pouring tea for Helen. A pang of realization struck her. Melissa embodied the ideal daughter-in- law

their breakup, Jessie found clarity. She resolved to approach this encounter with

a sincere apology to Helen, her remorse evident

a lump to

voice quivered as she asked, “Don't you blame me?” Helen shook her head gently, a pang

Jessie hailed from a respectable family background, yet she was willing to compromise. Even Helen couldn't

a jade bracelet from her wrist, offering

remained adamant

for many years, maintaining its flawless beauty throughout. Jessie, may your future be as perfect as this bracelet” Overwhelmed

in a comforting embrace, whispering, “I'm

for an extended period, and Helen remained patient and tender throughout her

observed the tender exchange, her thoughts

stood on the villas second-floor balcony, clad ina crisp white shirt and black suit pants, silently

his handsome appearance, there was a distinct absence of joy reflected in

that evening, Melissa's text informed him of their return to Duefron, with no mention of Jessie.

of delicate arms enveloped

her head against his back, her voice

reassuring pat to her hand, his voice strained as he replied,

the falsehood in his words. She gently extinguished his cigarette. “Go to take a shower.

knew what she

their wedding night, and he was aware of their matrimonial

obligated to

Albert and his father's widow,

also Daisy's aunt.

conceive a child, they were obligated

sharing a perfunctory ki*s with his wife. “Okay.”

having taken a shower, Daisy still wore a hint of light makeup on her face. Though she appeared beautiful, tension

he was ki*sing a

“What's wrong?” Daisy smiled.

momentarily before responding, “Nothing. Your makeup looks great” He went to take

failed attempts, he withdrew and exhaled gently. “I'm sorry. I'm too exhausted today.” It was Daisy’ first experience

try again tomorrow.” Albert reclined for a moment, and then pulled back the duvet, announcing, “I'm going to take a shower.” In the bathroom,

had never

with Jessie for most of the night. They shared six passionate encounters, leaving Jessie in

couldn't even satisfy the

weighed heavily on Albert's

virility, and this sudden impotence troubled

an anomaly, Albert's frustration grew with

Daisy remained untouched, a virgin. Albert,

months passed, and Albert began to notice Daisy's flirtatious behavior with someone on

discovered a telltale hickey

unexpected news. Daisy was

knelt before Albert, tearfully confessing her infidelity with a bartender. She pleaded for forgiveness, vowing to undergo an abortion and devote herself to being a faithful wife to

on the sofa, Albert gazed down at his wife, the lLamplight casting shadows across her beautiful and

love for her, nor had they shared intimacy. In her early thirties, Daisy sought solace

to subject

uttered, “Keep the baby. and this stays between us” Flicking the end of his cigarette, he continued,

a suitable partner, one whois loyal and attentive to your needs.” At that moment, Daisy wept, declaring, “Albert, I love you." Albert offered a smile as he gently caressed her face and responded, “What you love is simply your role as Mrs. Waston. I don't love you, but I'm obligated to rectify the situation because I married

Besides, we do need a

bedroom, a symbolic gesture of their fractured

Albert's tolerance and generosity,

a promiscuous individual. Her actions portrayed her as lacking in decency,

old, Daisy tragically

in the car at the

in the hospital, she turned

didn't shed

cradled their six-month-old daughter in his arms and presented her to Daisy one last time. With a solemn vow, he declared, “I will ensure she is well cared for. She will always be a cherished member of the Waston family, living a life free from worry.” What could be considered carefree? Suddenly, he pondered that Jessie’s state of being appeared

work, Albert would cradle the child in his arms and

Duefron late

to bed, while Marcus

downstairs, steadfastly guarding

car pulled in, Marcus

emerged

his hands into his pockets, lowered his head, and it a cigarette. “Well, well! Melissa, you went out and brought back dead weight? Planning

and retorted, “If I had anywhere else to go, do you think Id willingly come here? Do you think I enjoy staring at

were also red, likely from shedding tears with

Then you're out” Unimpressed by Marcus's attitude, Jessie turned to Melissa. “How can you tolerate him? He acts like he doesn't care about you, but it's obvious he's obsessed with you.

his remark, Jessie headed towards the villa. “Which room does Matthew sleep in? I want to

he stared at her with his dark eyes.

indeed

his hand into her dress as he

the urge to

his behavior

felt an urge

when she gazed into Marcus’ youthful, charming face, she