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.

him before saying softly into the phone, “He’s doing

And he’s eaten plenty.”

the other end of

Elissa carefully navigated the conversation, steering clear of any hint

ended, her tone

better than to miss

stealing a glance at Elissa before bowing his head to

hardly requiring any additional

a

of the night, the maid

Brantley’s

keeps calling out for

clinging to her eyes, Elissa hastily donned a robe

and turned, caught in

his forehead as

touch confirmed her suspicions: Brantley was