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.

thoughts, the white Maserati

wheel

while, she seemed to regain control of her

unbuckled her seatbelt and

Raphael and asked, “What are

his cigarette and looked down to take one

eyes to meet hers, a hint of coldness flickered in

stared at the mansion and said, “I was very young when I first came

break up and that

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

It isn’t wrong, really.

But…”

Raphael’s gaze deepened.

truth, how could she assume he wouldn’t still

make that decision

But he didn’t continue.

no ‘ifs’ in

was shaped by

made hers long ago, and now it

in the morning mist, dr@ped