A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Now that the decision was made, both Raphael and Elissa were eager to begin.

Later that evening, Raphael accompanied Brantley to the school to sort out paperwork for his transfer.

By the time they returned, it was supper time.

Near the building, they bumped into that maid once more.

Brantley gave a polite nod while Raphael remained silent, noting the maid’s odd expression upon seeing them.

As they entered home, Elissa was busy packing.

Raphael offered to help, saying, “Let me handle this!”

He guided her to the couch and took charge of the packing.

Growing up, he was accustomed to such tasks, surpassing Elissa’s efficiency.

“Are we cancelling the lease?” Elissa inquired.

Raphael grinned.

“Nope! We’ll be back.

In six months, maybe.

We’ll return here in spring.

But we won’t be renting this place for long.

I reckon we’ll have our own place soon… Elissa, what kind of home do you envision?”

She pondered a good while before responding.

“I’m thinking a cozy villa of around two hundred square meters.

A small garden would be lovely.

We could get a puppy for Brantley and our little one can play there.”

Raphael nodded.

His tone was serious.

“These next two years might be tight for me.

I might need you to help cover the mortgage.

Once I’m back on my feet, I’ll repay you double.”

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Elissa remained silent.

He glanced at her, grinning.

“Are you not on board? Well, then we’ll have to hold off, or maybe opt for a smaller place first and upgrade later when I can afford it Elissa smiled.

“No worries, I’m in.”

How could she refuse?

His request signaled respect and trust which was just what she’d hoped for.novelbin

Brantley was thrilled too.

He stuffed his schoolbag and suitcase with care, leaving behind one pillow because it felt like leaving a piece of himself behind in the place he’d called ‘home’ and that it would be here awaiting his return.

Despite the hectic day, they managed a simple dinner, which Brantley enjoyed.

Raphael whipped up some mushroom soup, just for Elissa.

It was very tasty.

As Elissa sipped her soup, Raphael sat on the couch, typing away on his Laptop.

Beside him, Brantley peered at the screen.

Rubbing his temples, Raphael remarked, “You’re just a kid! Do you understand these complicated long words?”