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

offered to cut the melon, claiming

she no longer

waiting for

back, addressing the maid,

just had his

can’t eat anything more

engrossed in her soup, paid the maid no

Elissa, murmuring, “That soup

Jones made it for you, right?

is the thing! I’ve got a

one hundred

it from my

done a good job serving your family, have I not? I helped take Brantley to the hospital that night, didn’t I? You wouldn’t turn down a small request like this, would

aback

she retorted, “You’ve got

but you were our help back

gave you a thousand dollars when

We’ve done our part.