Second Chance for the Billionaire

After a passionate bout of lovemaking, Arabella lay on the crumpled sheets, her skin flushed and damp, chestnut ringlets clinging to her elegant neck. Each breath made her soft bosom rise and fall rapidly, and Reginald's ardour was evident from the bruised rosy hue of her swollen lips.As she regained her composure, a blissful languor suffused her limbs. The intoxicating scent of their shared desire lingered on the disheveled bedding, evoking the pleasures just experienced. Arabella lazily caressed Reginald's smoldering affection, a smile playing on her kiss-reddened mouth as she stretched felinely on the tumbled, downy bed.She relaxed against the pillows, reliving every delightful detail of their amorous encounter, excited at the prospect of soon relishing such impassioned scenes again.Instead of washing up as usual, Reginald embraced her from behind, holding her tightly, fiercely, as if seeking to meld her into himself.Arabella felt she might dissolve in his embrace. Her heart br

Alrabella went out.She got in the car and buckled her seatbelt.A few days later, she saw Reginard. He looked a little thinner, his originally chiseled features even more chiseled. His eyebrows and eyes were so handsome that one could not look away.Alrabella realized she still loved him very much, unable to forget him."This is a gift for your new job," Reginard handed her an exquisitely crafted deep blue velvet jewelry box.Alrabella took it and opened the box.Inside was a luxurious silver crucifix pendant, hanging on a necklace. The crucifix was a marked Victorian antique piece of pure silver.The four arms and center were all decorated with delicate detailing, tiny intricate scrolls that would take hours of skilled silversmithing to accomplish. The silver had a lovely verdigris that only time could bestow.Set into the center of the crucifix was a ruby, sparkling with deep red light even in dim lighting. The gem was cut into a perfect round brilliant to maximize its fire and lig

Reginald grabbed Arabella's wrist and pulled her towards the car park."Get in the car."Reginald took a card out of his bag and shoved it into the pocket of Arabella's coat, "I was out of order tonight, this is a bit of compensation. The password's your birthday."Arabella felt somewhat humiliated.In his eyes, she was someone who could be easily fobbed off with money. He wouldn't even bother to sweet talk her.He only sweet talks Chloe.Arabella reached into her pocket to take the card out.Reginald put his hand over hers, his tone low and brooking no argument, "Keep it. Apart from money, I've got nothing else to give you."Arabella felt as though her heart was stuffed with sand, abrasively uncomfortable.What she had always wanted was never his money.They were halfway through their journey.Reginald received a phone call from his grandmother: "Are you ignoring what I said? Get back here immediately.""Nearly home," Reginald replied flatly and then rang off.Back at the Tho

The dog in the yard continued to bark incessantly.In the chaos, the bald man saw an opportunity to escape but was surrounded by the police and pinned to the floor. The painting was taken from his hands, and handcuffs were placed on him.Arabella's hands still gripped the window frame as she stared blankly at Reginald, who held a gun.It had been three years since they got married, and she had no idea he could shoot, let alone with such precision.In that moment of crisis just now, if his shot had been a little faster, slower, or off-target, it could have caused her fatal harm.Reginald tossed aside the gun and walked over, lifting her from the windowsill into his arms.He delicately tended to the wound on her neck.He held Arabella tightly against his chest, gently rubbing her pale, terrified face with his icy fingertips, asking tenderly, "Scared out of your wits?"Arabella nodded weakly in affirmation.Just moments ago, she felt death closing in, narrowly escaping its clutches. Her

The card delivery driver said, "Madam, this is compensation from Mr. Reginald. The password is your birthday."Arabella smiled ruefully at the card.Money was good, of course, but sometimes giving money was a subtle insult.She pushed the card back. “Tell him I'm not lacking funds.”"Mrs. MrReginald asks that you accept this token. He bids me convey this message - seeing is not necessarily believing. Whatever decision you make, he will respect it.”“I understand.”After the man left, Arabella sat quietly for a while before tidying up to go to a nearby restaurant for luncheon.Stepping outside, she bumped into Chloe dressed all in white with a worried mien.Chloe was holding a bouquet of white roses. She said gently, “Arabella, might we have a chat?”Arabella reined in her emotions and gazed calmly at her for a few seconds. “Very well.”The two ladies proceeded to a nearby western-style restaurant.After sitting down, Chloe placed the flowers on the table, tenderly caressing the soft r