A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

After a moment of contemplation, Raphael understood his own query.

He remained silent, standing by her side.

He thought that this could be their final moment together in such a manner.

After being involved on and off for over ten years, their relationship was finally reaching its end.

They now both had to move on with their own lives.

As he prepared to leave, Raphael’s voice emerged hoarsely.

“If you ever need anything, just reach out to me.

Regardless of the circumstances, I…”

He yearned to say it out loud that he was Leyla’s father.

But like before, those words remained unspoken.

As Raphael left, he encountered Dylan.

Dylan also showed up at the banquet, though he wasn’t in the same hall as Olivia.

Stepping out for some fresh air, he hadn’t expected to encounter Raphael and Olivia.

Raphael observed Dylan in silence for a brief moment before leaving in a different direction.

The echoing footsteps of leather shoes gradually receded in the quiet corridor.

Olivia caught sight of Dylan as well.

Although two months had elapsed since they last met, seeing him still evoked emotions within her.

Nonetheless, she recognized that their current relationship was confined to surface-level pleasantries.

Wearing a faint smile, she prepared to leave.

Dylan seized her hand, noting how slender her wrist was, which he could effortlessly grasp.

Olivia cast her gaze downward.

After a prolonged moment, she blinked and demanded, “Let go of me, Dylan!”

Ignoring her plea, Dylan continued to stare at her with desire in his eyes.

Olivia had dressed meticulously for the occasion.

Adorned in a light pink fishtail dress, she showcased her slim physique, accentuating her well-proportioned waist and hips.

Her delicate visage held no evidence of childbirth, exuding an allure that captivated men.

Drawing her nearer, Dylan’s typically composed voice took on a hoarse tone as he demanded, “What did you discuss with him?”

Olivia found his question absurd.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Despite her efforts, she couldn’t break free.

Raising her gaze to meet his, she challenged, “Dylan, you divorced me because you wanted me to be with Raphael, correct? We’re no longer married.

Do I owe you an explanation for my conversation with him?”

Dylan’s expression hardened.

“That’s not what I meant!”

Olivia looked down, a sneer curling her lips.

“Then what exactly do you mean? Dylan, quit pretending to be so concerned about me.

If you truly cared, you wouldn’t have treated me as you did.

You moved in with Gina without a second thought for my emotions.

What play the Romeo now?”

The person she cared most for inflicted the deepest wounds.