Chapter 2771: Chapter 2771

A Second Chance With My Billionaire LoveWords: 2344

In reality, Marcus never grasped the distinction between his world and hers.

What he regarded as commonplace, she accepted with the utmost caution.

After a twenty-minute drive, the car halted before an antiquated building.

Marcus furrowed his brow, eyeing the dim Lights within.

“Didn’t I instruct you to rent a place near my apartment? This residence is five miles away from mine.

How is this considered close?

Even mice would shun this place! What’s with the $20, @0@ allowance?”

In a hushed tone, Melissa defended herself.

“I’ve never been tardy.

”

Following a prolonged, scrutinizing gaze, Marcus mumbled, “Indeed, you’ve never been late, but…

A subtle romantic ambiance permeated the car.

Melissa Lowered her head and kept quiet.

Mercifully, he halted and grinned.

“I’ve never encountered someone as fond of money as you.

”

Tossing his phone to her, he instructed, “Input your precise address.

”

After a brief pause, she entered her address.

Subsequently, she opened the door and disembarked.

Bending slightly, she expressed her gratitude.

Marcus turned his head, offering a reserved nod.

The black Rolls-Royce departed, gradually fading into the night.

Along with its departure, Melissa’s smile waned.

Clutching her belly, she ascended the stairs at a leisurely pace.

The staircase was devoid of light, so she stooped to activate her phone’s flashlight.

After a considerable amount of time, she eventually reached the attic on the highest floor.

Upon opening the door, she poured herself a glass of hot water, taking small sips in an attempt to alleviate the persistent dull pain in her lower abdomen.

She leaned against the bed and took a rest, her gaze directed towards the small window in that direction.

The sky exhibited a faint white hue due to the rain.

Marcus crossed her mind.

He was likely heading home by now.

A call from the hospital interrupted her thoughts.

The familiar voice on the other end uttered, “Melissa, let’s abandon this.

I no longer desire further therapy.

I can’t endure waiting for the operation.

I wish to return.

”

Clutching the phone tightly, Melissa responded tersely, “Just endure a bit longer.

I’ll find a way.

”

The individual on the other end abruptly terminated the call.

A wave of despair engulfed Melissa.

Familiar feelings of hopelessness resurfaced.