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 phone, “He’s doing

And he’s eaten plenty.”

from the other

navigated the conversation, steering

the call ended, her tone

better than to miss

Elissa before bowing his head to the task at

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

well-behaved children harbored a

night, the maid roused Elissa from her

Brantley’s having a

calling out for his

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

tossed and

sweat dotted his forehead as he whimpered for his

suspicions: Brantley was burning