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,

And he’s eaten plenty.”

chuckle echoed from the

the conversation, steering clear

ended, her

than

stealing a glance at Elissa before

additional

harbored a constant sense of

quiet of the night, the maid

Jones, Brantley’s

calling out for his

to her eyes, Elissa hastily donned a

dim light, Brantley tossed and turned, caught in the grips of unseen

dotted his forehead as he whimpered for

suspicions: Brantley was