A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Brantley expressed his eagerness to learn.

Before Raphael could respond, a knock at the front door interrupted.

He rose to answer it.

To his surprise, their former maid stood outside holding a melon.

Flustered, she stammered, “Mr.Jones, you’re home.”

He didn’t invite her in.

Indifferently, he asked, “What do you want?”

Straightening her collar, the maid hesitated before saying, “Can I come in? There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”

relented and allowed her

maid offered to cut the melon, claiming it

Brantley understood she no longer

waiting for

back, addressing

just had

can’t eat anything more

engrossed in her soup, paid the maid no

at Elissa,

Jones made it for you,

thing! I’ve got a favor

need one

from my current employer but

done a good job serving your family, have I not? I helped take Brantley to the hospital that night, didn’t I? You

taken aback

Raphael could respond, she retorted,

helped out at the hospital, but you were our help back then and you were just

we gave you a thousand dollars when

We’ve done our part.