All Chapters of A Second Chance: The Billionaire's Quest for Forgiveness : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Early the next morning, Heath had to leave for a business trip. Prisley breathed a sigh of relief. She still wasn’t used to living with Heath in the apartment. It was nice to have some space for a while.That day, she was wandering around a boutique in the shopping mall when she suddenly saw a figure pass by outside the store.Prisley froze. Without thinking, she ran out.But the man had already walked far away.“It can’t be him, right? No, it can't be.” She felt uneasy but picked up her pace.The man was tall with long legs, walking quickly.Prisley’s heavy body made it hard for her to keep up.“Hey—sir, wait—” She shouted when she realized she was about to lose him.It seemed the man heard her. He stopped and turned around."Spencer! It really is you!" Prisley gasped, covering her mouth. Her legs felt weak, and she almost collapsed.Spencer quickly rushed over to steady her, so overwhelmed that he didn’t know what to say.“I finally found you!” They both spoke at the same time and hu

Peter glanced at the screen and immediately understood his boss's intent. Not daring to delay, he quickly arranged a car and sped toward the scene, almost flooring the gas pedal the entire way.Heath appeared calm, but inside, It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart, leaving him both anxious and flustered. He deeply regretted not assigning security personnel to Prisley. He couldn’t bear to imagine what he would do if Prisley’s life slipped away right before his eyes.Heath’s limbs felt weak, his fingertips icy. Over the years, he had dealt with countless crises, always composed and decisive. Yet, the few moments of panic he’d experienced all seemed to revolve around Prisley.“Peter, get all the securities over here.”“Yes, sir.”“And prepare a large amount of cash.”“Yes, sir.”Heath’s mind raced, considering all possible contingency plans.When he arrived at the scene, the place was bustling with activity. The police had already cordoned off the area outside the café, k

Hearing Heath's voice again, a profound sense of relief washed over Prisley. She exchanged a glance with Spencer, their eyes now significantly steadier than before.Spencer's emotions, however, were a tangled knot.Heath's arrival meant the success rate of the rescue had drastically improved.After all, those useless police officers had wasted so much time, achieving absolutely nothing. Any further delay, and who knew what the outcome would be.Yet, deep down, a selfish part of him resented the idea of Prisley being rescued by Heath.A moment later, Spencer cursed himself silently. “Spencer, you petty fool. What kind of time is this? Getting Prisley out safely is all that matters. What does it matter if it's Heath or anyone else?”Heath had no intention of entering the shop. He placed the duffel bag filled with cash at the doorway, unzipped it, and pulled out a thick wad of bills, displaying them towards the interior of the coffee shop. Then, one bundle at a time, he meticulously toss

A gentle breeze skimmed the sea's surface, sending ripples across the water.A sleek, luxurious yacht bobbed gently, its deck pulsing with fast-paced music and raucous laughter.At the stern, two men lounged shirtless in vibrant board shorts, surrounded by a gaggle of bikini-clad women basking in the sun.Ford handed David a chilled glass of whiskey, grinning ear to ear."I was starting to think your brother had you locked in a lab somewhere and lobotomized you. Look at you—working 9 to 5 like a domesticated dog."He laughed so hard and nearly spilled his drink.David snorted, "Thanks to Heath. He took away most of my decision-making power. In a company that size, I'm barely hanging onto relevance."He took a long gulp from his glass. "If I don't fight harder, he'll ship me off to live off the family trust and rot in retirement."Ford chuckled, slinging an arm around a woman at his side, his hand wandering freely down to her ass."So what? Retire early, live off the family trust, and

Spencer could feel that cold hand slipping away from his cheek, only to return a moment later, gently wrapping around his own.A delicate finger began tracing light, uncertain patterns on his palm.His sense of touch was still dull, yet that flickering contact, fleeting and fragile, managed to stir something inside him.It soothed him. Calmed him. Made him feel... not alone.Then came the voice, soft and tender, like the wind whispering through half-open blinds."Spencer, do you remember? When I first came to your house, you barely spoke to me. For nearly two whole weeks, not a single word."A pause, then a laugh—light and nostalgic."Well, that's not quite true. You did speak. You'd say ‘good morning' and ‘good night' every day, though only because Aunt Susan scolded you into it. Right?"Prisley chuckled, her eyes glistening with warmth and memory.Something stirred deeper in Spencer.Her voice wrapped around him like a familiar blanket, and for a brief second, his awareness sharpene