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.

tenderness, Elissa glanced at him before saying softly into the

And he’s eaten plenty.”

from the other

navigated the conversation, steering clear of any hint of

the call ended, her tone

than to miss

Elissa before

well-behaved, hardly requiring any additional attention…

a constant sense of

the quiet of the night, the maid roused

Jones, Brantley’s

out for his

eyes, Elissa hastily donned

tossed and turned, caught in

of sweat dotted his forehead

her suspicions: Brantley was