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 allowed her

cut the melon,

young, Brantley understood she no longer worked

silent waiting for Raphael to take the

addressing the maid,

just had

can’t eat anything more

soup, paid the maid

maid glanced at Elissa, murmuring, “That soup smells

Jones made it for you, right? He’s such a

the thing! I’ve got

one

getting it from my current employer

have 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

taken aback by

she retorted, “You’ve got it

our help back then and you were just

we gave you a

We’ve done our part.