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.

talked dirty, Melissa found herself

Marcus, who projected an image of

husband, and she actually rather

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

instinctively knew he harbored

have a holiday next week. Shall we plan a trip?

husky voice, We should rent a villa this time and let Matthew bunk with Kiana, Otherwise, our vacation wont

was more than willing to indulge his

Rover pulled up beside them.