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

projected an image of sanctity,

he was her husband, and she

devoted husband but also a loving 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

never inquired, she instinctively knew

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

away, he whispered in a low, husky voice, We should rent a villa this time and

love with Marcus, Melissa was more than willing to indulge

shared an intimate moment, a black Land Rover pulled up beside them. The