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

to cut the melon,

understood she no

waiting for Raphael to take

addressing the maid, “Spit

just had

can’t eat anything

engrossed in her soup, paid the maid

glanced at Elissa, murmuring, “That soup

it for you, right? He’s such a

I’ve got a favor

one hundred

my current employer but he

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,

was taken aback by

she retorted, “You’ve got it

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

we gave you a thousand dollars

We’ve done our part.