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.”

and

offered to cut the melon,

young, Brantley understood she no longer

silent waiting for Raphael to take

Brantley’s back, addressing

just had

eat anything more

soup, paid the maid

maid glanced at Elissa, murmuring, “That soup smells

it for you, right? He’s such

is the thing! I’ve got a favor to

need one hundred

getting it from my current employer

I not? I helped take Brantley to the

taken aback

respond, she retorted, “You’ve got

help back then and you were just doing what you paid to

don’t forget, we gave you a

We’ve done our part.