A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Elissa, always attentive, rustled up some fruits and a small plate of beef stew for Brantley, who devoured them with the voracious appetite of a growing lad.

With a playful grin, the maid quipped, “Boys this age can eat a horse and still ask for dessert.”

Brantley’s face flushed with embarrassment as he shot back, “No way!”

Elissa chimed in gently, “She’s just teasing, kiddo.”

Brantley felt a lump form in his throat, torn between tears and gratitude.

Though he felt embarrassed, a flicker of joy spurred him on, and he attacked his homework with newfound energy.

Elissa reviewed his work with a critical eye, her standards firmer than Raphael’s.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of her phone shattered the quietude of the moment.

Brantley breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze fixed on Elissa as she conversed with Raphael, his ears straining to catch every word…

A persistent feeling of doubt gnawed at Brantley’s confidence.

of tenderness, Elissa glanced at him before

And he’s eaten plenty.”

the other end of the

carefully navigated the

ended, her tone turned

than

Elissa before

well-behaved, hardly requiring any additional attention… But the underlying reason was rather

a constant sense

the maid roused

Brantley’s

keeps calling out for

sleep still clinging to her eyes, Elissa hastily donned a robe

Brantley tossed and turned, caught in the grips of unseen

of sweat dotted his forehead as he whimpered

gentle touch confirmed her suspicions: