A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Outside, the rain continued to fall, casting a shimmering veil of raindrops over the flowers and trees in the yard.

Raphael was embraced from behind.

Elissa wrapped her arms around Raphael and whispered, “Raphael, even if you went bankrupt, I kind of think this life would still be good.

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Warmth flooded Raphael’s heart, but after a moment’s thought, he cautioned her, “You might feel that way now, but when challenges arise, your perspective might change.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

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Elissa hugged him tighter and told him she had some savings.

She knew Raphael was proud and wouldn’t accept financial help from her or her family.

He would work hard to support her and their child.

So, there they were: one washing dishes, the other talking softly from behind.

Raphael spent thirty minutes washing a handful of dishes.

That night, they slept very well, undisturbed…

At dawn, Raphael prepared breakfast for Elissa.

Afterwards, he tended to business affairs.

When Elissa woke up, she found Raphael absent from their bed.

Though the pillow had cooled, the warmth of the blanket remained, a gentle reminder of his presence.

The previous night witnessed them engage in lengthy conversation.

Finally, when Elissa noticed him closing his eyes but still murmuring responses to her, she fell silent.

Leaning her head against his shoulder, she listened to the rain in tranquil silence, feeling a profound sense of peace, until she fell asleep too.

Snapping out of it, Elissa rose, performed her morning ablutions, tidied the bedroom, and then descended the stairs.

To her surprise, her parents awaited her presence.

They regarded Elissa with mixed emotions, Yousef’s anger palpable as his gaze bore into her, his disdain evident.

Elissa halted midway down the staircase, hesitating to descend.

Marcia Palmer, her mother, broke the silence, her tone soft as she addressed Elissa, “We’ve come to inquire about your intentions, dear.

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“Intentions?”

Elissa queried softly.

“What kind of intentions do you think I should have now?”

Marcia paused, collecting her thoughts.

She was gentle by nature and accustomed to deferring to her husband’s decisions, so she waited for him to speak up.

Yousef announced assertively, “I have no idea what Raphael is considering.

He simply needed to handle the public relations.

If he were to take his wife, who is six months pregnant, out in public, most people would blame that woman for her shameless behavior.

But he didn’t.

He foolishly accepted all the blame himself.

He’s watching his company go bankrupt.

Perhaps he believes rebuilding everything will be easy, or that his father-in-law will come to his aid.

But he’s mistaken; I won’t lend him a hand… Elissa, as I mentioned on the phone yesterday, I want you to have an abortion and return home with us.

With your qualities, finding another decent husband won’t be difficult.

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