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A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

Chapter 2838
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Chapter 2838 But she recognized her unworthiness.

As expected, Marcus uttered with indifference, "I need not be with someone who has shared herself with another.

" Subsequently, he strode toward the door.

"Marcus," her voice trailed from behind.

He halted, refraining from facing her.

Evidently, he awaited her words.

Shrouded in the thin quilt, Melissa murmured, "You haven't touched the noodles.

They're cold.

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I'll heat them up for you.

" Marcus abruptly turned his gaze.

His gaze bore into her, a sneer playing on his lips.

"Miss Brown, comprehend your actions.

If feelings forare absent, cease playing the innocent and docile lamb.

Yes, I once held affection for you, but that's bygone.

Regarding the noodles, consthem on your own.

" Firmly gripping the doorknob.

The sound of sobbing reached him from behind.

Despite the emotional turmoil, he steeled his heart, opened the door, and walked out.

He believed it to be the conclusion.

He had never shown humility to anyone in his life.

This woman had deceived him repeatedly.

He saw no need to continue pressuring her.

Marcus desired her in her entirety, not just a frail acceptance.

The door swung open and then closed.

A chill breeze entered, triggering violent coughs in Melissa.

Her complexion turned unusually crimson, and the coughing persisted.

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Hastily donning a shirt, she stumbled out of bed to pour a glass of warm water.

Sipping half the glass, a modicum of relief washed over her.

She gazed emptily at the two bowls of noodles on the table.

They had long gone cold, and the once vibrant green vegetables had now turned yellow. Read the latest Ve chapter there! She refrained from reheating them.

Silently, she sat and consumed the noodles, finishing two bowls.

As she ate, memories of the past flooded back.

In the upscale apartment where Marcus resided, after she prepared meals, he consistently claimed he couldn't consthe food alone. He would invite her to join him, requesting her company while sharing a meal.

Additionally, he would task her with picking up food for him.

Moreover, he expressed a dislike for beef and insisted she finish it all.

Paradoxically, he occasionally requested she prepare beef and indulge her in its consumption.