A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Melissa took the private elevator to the downstairs. Marcus black Rolls- Royce was ostentatiously parked at the Waston Groups entrance.

Upon her arrival, the passenger door was promptly opened.

Melissa safely settled into the car and murmured softly, I could have driven myself.

Marcus buckled her seat belt and remarked, A husband and wife driving separately? Not very dignified, is it Melissa gently grasped his handsome face and whispered, Mr. Fowler, dont you feel like youre a bit too clingy? I hardly have any privacy.

I beg to differ.

He placed his hand over hers and drew close to her, his voice low and husky as he uttered something suggestive. You didnt mention me being too clingy last night when I was attending to you.

Despite being married for years, Melissa still found herself unaccustomed to it.

Marcus talked dirty, Melissa

an image of sanctity, could be

was her husband, and she

father. Even during his business trips, he made sure to keep in touch with video chats. Upon his return home, he seemed eager and excited, likely anticipating an intimate reunion

she never inquired, she instinctively knew he harbored no

she suggested softly, Matthew will have a holiday next week. Shall we plan a trip? Marcus

this time and let Matthew bunk with Kiana,

with Marcus, Melissa was more than

an intimate moment, a black Land Rover pulled up