All Chapters of A Second Chance: The Billionaire's Quest for Forgiveness : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Prisley is pregnant. I want to know whose child it is.”A flicker of surprise flashed in Jennifer’s eyes. She replied, “You’d better ask her about that.”“If she doesn’t want to tell you, then I have no right to say anything.”Heather returned to the office without getting the answer he most wanted, still feeling a bit down.But at least Jennifer agreed to help him.He dove into his work, trying to focus on the tasks at hand.However, things didn’t go smoothly without Prisley. The other assistants did things to his dissatisfaction.During busy times, he couldn’t help but think of Prisley’s efficiency and competence, and he felt a pang of loss.Filla found excuses to visit Heather’s office several times, but each time Heather sent her away, saying he was busy. Filla left, frustrated.Although Filla wasn’t completely useless and could provide some good proposals, most of them were routine tasks submitted by employees, lacking the vision and capability of a department leader.One day, P

Prisley returned to the office, her smile a bit stiff. The last part of her talk with Steve had stirred up memories she didn’t want to face.Mark walked in with his usual warm smile. “What’s wrong, Prisley? Not feeling well?” He immediately noticed something was off and gently rubbed her arms.Prisley quickly composed herself and forced a light smile. “I’m fine, just a bit tired.”Mark gently hugged her, caressing her slightly rounded belly. “Why don’t you take a break from work and rest at home? We can talk about work after the baby is born.”His voice was soothing and chased away Prisley’s gloom.Prisley sighed, feeling warm and touched. “I’m okay. I can work.”Lately, her emotions had been all over the place. Since she became pregnant, even small things affected her more, and she’d occasionally cry over minor issues. Mark always showed up just when she needed him, wrapping her in his tenderness and care.“Are you sure? Really?” Mark asked with concern.Prisley nodded and smiled at

Due to Bob’s earlier mistakes that caused inefficiencies at work, this meeting felt especially complicated, with clear disagreements between both parties. Multiple projects were stuck with no agreement in sight.Time ticked away. The mood in the room grew more and more stifling. It was nearly noon, but they weren’t even halfway through the agenda.Prisley rubbed her temples, feeling more exhausted than usual due to her pregnancy. Long discussions drained her patience and energy.She took a discreet breath, trying to boost her energy, but the fatigue washed over her like a tide, overwhelming her will. She struggled to maintain a calm expression, but the tiredness in her eyes was hard to hide.Sitting at the far end of the table, Heather’s gaze casually swept across Prisley’s face. In that moment, he caught the fatigue she was trying to conceal.His brow slightly furrowed, and a wave of sympathy quickly rose in his heart. He knew Prisley too well; she would never ask for special treatme

“No, Prisley, you're lying. You don't love him,” Jennifer said softly but firmly.Prisley felt a sharp pain, her body trembling slightly. The smile vanished from her face.She grasped Jennifer's arm in panic, her eyes filled with unease and vulnerability. “Jenny, how do you know?”Jennifer's lips curled into a sly smile, but her eyes showed deep understanding and care. “Who knows you better than I do?”She pulled Prisley into a tight embrace, tears slipping down her cheeks. “You're such a fool. You don't share your troubles with me. Do you even see me as a good friend?”Prisley couldn't hold back any longer. Her tears flowed freely, streaming down her pale face. “Of course you're my best friend. That's why I didn't want to burden you with my problems.”“Idiot! Sharing your pain with me will lighten it by half. Do you understand?” Jennifer scolded.Jennifer cried for a while, her tears flowing non-stop. She blew her nose hard, then used a tissue to wipe the tears from Prisley's face.“

Filla looked quite different from before. Previously, she liked to style her hair in an updo, which led Prisley to mimic her by straightening and pinning up her naturally wavy hair.But now, Filla had changed her style. She had gotten her hair permed into soft curls and let it fall freely, much like Prisley’s current preference. The two women bore a striking resemblance.Filla strode over to Heather, placed a stack of documents on the desk, and then walked around the table to stand close beside him.Her body pressed lightly against his leg, and she nudged him flirtatiously. The contact made Heather uncomfortable, and he quickly leaned back.“Heather, the new proposal is ready. I’m here to discuss it with you,” Filla said, her voice dripping with seduction. She placed her hand on Heather’s shoulder, letting her fingers trail lightly down his neck.Heather instinctively stood up, his voice stern. “Filla, don’t do that. Leave the documents here; I’ll review them and get back to you.”Fil