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

cut the melon, claiming

understood she no

waiting for Raphael to take

patted Brantley’s back, addressing the maid, “Spit

just had

eat anything more

soup, paid the maid

glanced at Elissa, murmuring, “That

it for you, right? He’s such a

here is the thing! I’ve got a

one hundred

getting it from my

not? I helped take Brantley to the hospital that night, didn’t I? You wouldn’t turn down a small request like

taken aback

she retorted, “You’ve

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

you a thousand dollars

We’ve done our part.