A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Melissa was left speechless by the accusation, finding no words to defend against the harsh judgment laid before her.

Throughout Jessie's relationship with Albert, she took care of everything from buying a villa to ensuring Jessie had all her necessities, a fact that only fueled Mrs. Green's anger.

As her tirade intensified, Mrs. Green raised her hand to strike Jessie once more.

It was then that Marcus intervened with a challenging question. “Mrs.

Green, do you truly believe the man you chose for Jessie would bring her joy? What if he declared their marriage open from the start, showing utter disregard for the union and Jessie herself? Jessie rejected such a marriage. How is that wrong?” Mrs. Green, momentarily taken aback by Marcus’ intervention, paused her advance.

In the midst of this, Jessie, overcoming her initial shock, declared her intention to return with her mother.

She recognized the sacrifices her mother had made.

With her father’s health declined, someone had to step forward and

shoulder the family business. Jessie knew she had to go back. Melissa looked on, concern etched on her face for Jessie, hesitating to see her leave under such conditions.

Jessie offered a brave smile, acknowledging, “I can't stay hidden here indefinitely. Melissa, 'm grateful for your kindness these past days.

Yet, this is your home, not mine.” Melissa was about to protest, but Marcus’ gentle tug on her arm stopped her.

He looked at Jessie, his expression softening. “It's commendable that you're choosing to face your responsibilities. Remember, you're always welcome here. Do come back for visits. Matthew and Yvonne are quite fond of you” Jessie understood the subtext in Marcus’ words all too well.

He was subtly assuring her mother that both he and Melissa supported her fully.

Despite this, Jessie felt she had earned her mother's rebuke.

She went upstairs to gather her things, dreading the goodbye with Melissa, who clearly didn't

want to see her go.

With a sad smile, Jessie acknowledged, “Leaving was inevitable.

Besides, it's time I took responsibility for my own life.” Their embrace was tight, filled with the unspoken acknowledgment of how much they had grown to rely on each other. Jessie, reflecting on their bond, felt her emotions swell. “We'll have to catch up soon,” she managed through tears.

Marcus, ever the stoic presence, offered his support with a simple, “If you need anything, just let me know.” as he casually stood by.

Jessie thanked him softly, her departure marked by a bowed head as she walked away with her mother.

The house fell into a sudden hush after their exit.

Julie couldn't help but express her sympathy for Jessie, despite her wealthy background. “Such a sad situation” she mused, her thoughts inadvertently drifting to Albert and his past attentiveness towards Melissa.

Recognizing the impropriety of gossip, she quickly excused herself and the children from the room, leaving Marcus and Melissa alone in the silence of the Living room.

After a moment's pause, Marcus broke the silence, his voice gentle.

“Isn't there something on your mind?”

Melissa, puzzled, responded, “What are you expecting me to say?” Marcus proceeded to prepare two cups of coffee, a deliberate act, before handing one to Melissa and settling down across from her.

Without mincing words, he addressed the heart of the matter. “Are You not considering informing Albert about Jessie's situation?” Melissa was at a loss, prompting Marcus to clarify with a slight smile.

“The Greens may seem well-off, but Jessie's father lacks the acumen for business, and the hotel sector has been struggling. Jessie herself hasn't been involved in the business at all. The Green family’s prospects are grim.” Concluding his point, Marcus noted, “Our ability to help is limited.” Melissa grasped Marcus’ underlying message.

He believed Albert, given his history with Jessie, might lend the necessary support to the Green family, perhaps as a gesture to amend past grievances.

After careful thought, Melissa resolved to take action.

When night fell, Matthew hit the hay early.

He couldn't shake thoughts of Jessie. He wandered around clutching his pillow, lost in a haze. Seeing him like that made Melissa a tad sad.

It felt Like everyone was used to having Jessie around.

Melissa tucked Matthew in with care.

Out of the blue, the door swung open. Yvonne strolled in, clad in her pajamas and whispered, “Is Matthew asleep?” Being close pals, the litle girl snuggled up to Melissa's lap naturally.

Melissa stroked her head softly and murmured, “Almost there.” Not wanting to disturb Matthew, Yvonne kept quiet and waited patiently.

After what seemed like ages, Matthew finally dozed off.

Melissa ushered Yvonne out who then whipped out her homework.

But math wasn't Melissa's forte. She wrestled with it for ages, ending up shaking her head in defeat.

Melissa felt quite embarrassed.

With wide innocent eyes, Yvonne asked, “Aunt Melissa? Do you know how to solve this math problem?” Melissa, of course, wasn't about to reveal the truth.

Just then, Marcus strolled in. Seeing Melissa awkwardly handling Yvonne's math book, he caught on. With a subtle grin, he plopped onto the couch, snatched the book, and explained the solution in the simplest terms.

Yvonne beamed after solving the math problem. “Thanks a bunch, Uncle Marcus!”

Marcus had a soft spot for the kid. He gave her a pat on the shoulder and said, “It's late now. Get some rest! Tomorrow, Il take you and Matthew back to my folks’ place” Yvonne dashed back to her room, bubbling with excitement.

Marcus only shut the door once Yvonne had hopped into bed.

‘s Catching Melissa tackling the math quiz, he couldn't resist tapping her head and quipping, “How'd you even make it into university with those math skills?” “Math's not my jam,” Melissa shot back instantly.

Sporting a grin, Marcus peeked in and asked, “Is Matthew asleep?” Melissa nodded in response.

She half expected Marcus to try something but he didn't push it after what had happened last time. It was handy for him, though, living under the same roof.

Sure, Marcus had hinted a few times, but Melissa wasn't having it.

miffed at all. Instead, he just nodded and backed off. Melissa briefly wondered if Marcus

playing games.

theyd got

seemed to be keeping her

Albert about Jessie and her family. Especially now that Albert

was now ten o'clock

email. It was a snappy report on

the end, she added one

slapped Jessie! Mr. Watson, I might not be able

spent a good chunk of time mulling

Jessie, he'd suss out what went

Meanwhile, over in Heron.

light off? Where's Daisy? Is she out?” The servant got all flustered, blurting out, “Mrs.

He knew the servant had been working for Daisy

other words, she wouldn't

was home or not. He actually felt more at ease when she was out as there was

never consummated the marriage since their

his issue. So he tested the waters with ‘other

out that

just wasn't

the stairs, Albert frowned,

attractive. s@xy, even. But

as he pushed open the bedroom door, it hit him like

Specifically, her tears! Thinking of Jessie got Albert feeling a tad blue. He yanked off his tie and chucked it onto the bed, and then flopped

mattress, motionless.

was yearning for his days back

that, life here felt dull. Work piled up at the office and his

feel suffocating, the same old

that on his mind, Albert lit up a cigarette

inbox grabbed his attention.

to be burning the midnight

sideways! Something was up with Jessie's family?! After a moment's thought, Albert dialed Melissa's number. Cutting

a hard slap across the face! She left with

sick, so no one’s handling the business. Marcus mentioned her dad's not great with that stuff.

her

at

“Got it” Melissa couldn't

he ended the

Albert stared at the stub of his

could picture was Jessies swollen

was so pampered, probably

him up inside! Albert wasted no time in deciding to

to stick around the head office. But

that there were no flights at this hour. So he opted to drive, an eight-hour

stairs, Daisy happened to stroll

looked

she couldn't resist asking, “Off somewhere, Albert? It's late” Albert paused, casting

when he noticed a faint love

the expression

put two

felt a weight off his shoulders, thinking maybe Daisy could find her own fun, something

out. Might take a couple days” Daisy seemed even happier at

in place, Albert made a quick exit

him disappear, Daisy was ready to head upstairs when the servant softly reminded her, “Maam, you can't keep coming in late like this. Mr. Watson asked about

her eyes and quipped, “Just play

pulled out a wad of cash from her

eight in

pulled into

car, puffing on a cigarette, Albert dialed Jessie's number on his

besides, we ended things ages ago.” Before

didn't dial

Albert made his

In the VIP ward.

after a sleepless night at the hospital. So Jessie sat there alone, staring blankly at

given the grim diagnosis of terminal liver

her father had only a few months

was unimaginable that her family’s pillar would

let out

He's waiting” Someone wanted to see her? Jessie couldn't quite make out who it was. After a moment's thought,

spotted a slim figure at the end

It was Albert.

color. She hadn't expected him to pop up out of the

they couldn't read each

seen each other in ages. Albert was now somebody else's husband, and she was no longer

a long pause, Jessie slowly made her way toward

meter apart, Albert noticed her

looked Like she'd

rough voice, “Does your face hurt?" But Jessie just stared at him blankly. Her eyes, once full of

replied flatly, “Obviously, it hurts” Albert moved

wouldn't want to upset your wife if she found out” Hearing this, Albert felt a twinge of annoyance. He

said, “If you wish it, Mr. Watson, I can apologize to Mrs. Watson anytime.” Albert

Jessie and said gently, “I just wanted to check if you're okay. And if there's anything I can do for you.” “Thanks, but no thanks!” Jessie replied coolly, “I

Goodbye, Mr. Watson!”

tone got under

reached out and pulled her into

Albert felt a pang of guilt and said firmly, “Just because I'm married, does it mean you have to treat me like a stranger?” Jessie

should I do, Mr. Watson? Should I accept your help and then sleep with you as payment? Or maybe I should become your secret lover... Albert, is that what you

felt even worse.

he didn't release Jessie, nor did

figured his marriage choice was in the

even if