A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

In Dylan’s sleek black Land Rover, Olivia sat in the passenger seat, tears flowing freely.

She had already gone through at Least twenty tissues.

Dylan rested his hand on the steering wheel, glancing at her.

“Still hung up on him? How many years has it been?”

Though the guy was decent-looking, he was past his prime.

Plus, with maturity, he seemed more like an elite trying too hard and flaunting his success.

Olivia could find dozens of guys like him.

Dylan asked, a tinge of jealousy in his voice, “What does he have that I don’t?”

Olivia’s nose was red from crying.

She struggled to compose herself and eventually managed to stop the tears.

Her red lips curled slightly as she murmured, “He’s more devoted than you.

”

Dylan grew more discontented.

“Sure, he’s devoted now, but only to the woman beside him.

I recall that woman used to trash you relentlessly.

Yet he still keeps her by his side.

Disgusting, isn’t it?”

Olivia fell silent.

Dylan’s words struck a chord because, even without Sharon’s influence, she and Raphael were no Longer feasible.

It seemed they were destined to remain apart.

Now, that was a relief.

After regaining her composure, Olivia declined Dylan’s offer to drive her.

Instead, she stepped out of the car and stated, “I need to bring something to Leonel.

Dylan, you can head home now.

”

How could Dylan feel comfortable with leaving her alone?

He took out a cigarette, Lighting it as he spoke.

“Get back in the car! I’ll take you wherever you need to go today.

”

In reality, Olivia knew his thoughts.

After a pause, she confessed, “Dylan, we… we’re not right for each other.

”

Without meeting Raphael, she might have ended up with Dylan.

But love doesn’t follow a queue.

Despite knowing Dylan for so long, when true love arrived, it drowned out everything else.

Raphael was her deafening voice.

An hour later, Dylan dropped Olivia off at Leonel’s villa.

Aware of Leonel’s circumstances, Dylan didn’t linger and drove off directly.

Olivia lugged her luggage into the house.

Spotting Olivia, the servant hastened to welcome her.

“Miss Evans has arrived! Mr.

Douglas is at home; he’s upstairs in the study.

”

Olivia nodded in acknowledgment.

After setting down her suitcase, Olivia grabbed a small bag and went upstairs.

Arriving on the second floor, Olivia pushed open the study door.

As anticipated, Leonel was engrossed in his work, looking very focused.