A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

A cold breeze swept through.

The wind snapped him out of his reverie and scattered his intense feelings.

Raphael, what are you up to? He thought.

He stepped back and leaned against his black Land Rover in frustration.

His hands shaking, he pulled out a cigarette pack, hoping to smoke and calm his nerves.

Just then, the gates of Evans Gardon swung open and a white Maserati rolled out.

It had to be Olivia.

Olivia had arrived in Czanch the night before.

She planned to buy gifts for her family members here she hadn’t seen for a while, so she left early in the morning.

As her car exited the gates, she noticed Raphael and his car.

Dressed in a black suit, he leaned against the vehicle, smoking quietly.

Olivia’s eyes stung as she gazed at him.

she could gather her thoughts, the

steering wheel tightly and

seemed to regain control of her

her seatbelt and stepped out of the

Raphael and asked, “What are you

his cigarette and looked down to take one last

raised his eyes to meet hers,

“I was very young when I first came here, and the memories

you said you wanted to break up

you’re saying you want to marry because you’re expected

It isn’t wrong, really.

But…”

Raphael’s gaze deepened.

the truth, how could she assume he wouldn’t still choose

make that

But he didn’t continue.

were no ‘ifs’

was shaped by endless

hers long ago, and now

in the morning mist, dr@ped in a