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.

a moment of tenderness, Elissa glanced at him before saying softly into the phone,

And he’s eaten plenty.”

echoed from the

Elissa carefully navigated the conversation, steering clear of any hint

ended, her tone turned stern

better than

Elissa before bowing his head to the task

requiring any additional attention… But the underlying

well-behaved children harbored a constant sense

of the night, the maid roused Elissa

Brantley’s

keeps calling out for

clinging to her eyes, Elissa hastily donned a robe

light, Brantley tossed and turned, caught in the grips

sweat dotted his forehead as he whimpered for

gentle touch confirmed her suspicions: