A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Olivia got more agitated as she spoke.

There was no hope of containing herself.

The man in front of her was someone she used to love.

And once, he had been in love with her too.

Olivia’s eyelids trembled with unshed tears.

She walked past Dylan, but he caught her arm abruptly.

“Do you like him? Your date tonight,” he asked in a low voice.

Olivia had no intention of telling him the truth.

She looked him in the eye and lied.

“Yes.

Very much.

I think he and I will make a really good match.

” After a pause, she continued, “So don’t come here again.

It would cause misunderstandings.

I don’t want Leyla calling you daddy anymore either.

”

She left him with those words, turning her back to him and walking toward the villa.

The rain kept on falling.

As one of the past lovers was inside the house, the other was outside standing in the rain.

Olivia couldn’t stop herself from thinking that perhaps she and Dylan could have had a happy life if not for the accident.

But there were “ifs”, and the past was water under the bridge.

No amount of anguish would change things now.

As soon as she stepped into the dining room, she saw a table of dishes waiting for her.

Dylan had cooked all of the dishes especially for her.

It was not even the weekend, and yet he had come here to visit Leyla and prepare all these for her.

If it had been in the past, she would have been moved.

But she was a different person now.

These things no longer mattered.

Olivia didn’t touch any of the food.

As she went up the stairs, the main couldn’t help but try to persuade her.

“Miss Evans, Mr.

Wright had…”

But before she could finish her words, Olivia interrupted her and said indifferently, “Throw all of it away.

And don’t let him inside here again.

”

At her words, the maid shook her head helplessly.

Outside, Dylan did not leave.

He sat inside his car, smoking quietly.

He turned his gaze upward.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The lights on the second floor were on.

But the person inside the room no longer cared about him.

Embarrassed and with great regret, the maid followed Olivia’s instructions.

Then, she whispered, “Mr.

Wright, I apologize, but Miss Evans treats us very well and pays us well.

Please don’t make things difficult for us…”

Dylan understood her concern.

He nodded wordlessly.

After finishing his cigarette, he drove away.