Billionaire’s Second Chance Sweetheart

She finally realized why someone was staring at her with a strange face after passing the newsstand and noticing the newspaper on top.

The picture of her and Goden Bran at the burial had been released, it came out…

“Give me a newspaper, boss,” she said.

She accepted the money and handed it over to the proprietor of the newspaper. She then proceeded to read the newspaper’s contents.

Her grasp on the newspaper became even tighter. Her heart became colder the more she read.

Goden Bran’s company’s stocks collapsed.

His image was quickly restored when the press reported that he and his wife were filial piety towards their seniors.

She gave a sour grin. Her heart was heavy with grief.

The photographs of them were excellent. Ava Lins gazed at the newspaper’s Goden Bran as if he didn’t recognize him.

How might he use his grandmother’s funeral to his advantage?

She had been perplexed as to why he would say such things. She’d been looking for an answer for a long time, and she’d finally found one.

He forced her to go since he didn’t want her…

He’d merely utter a few soothing words when he wanted her, and she’d willingly fall into his trap.

Her lips curved up into a sour grin.

Her phone rang at this precise time.

She pulled it out and discovered that it was Goden Bran. She snapped the phone and switched it off without pausing to think about it.

Ava Lins came to the university area particularly to sit on the playground and watch the males run and sweat on the field.

Memories were like pictures that were repeated one after the other.

Goden Bran was not a student at Britain University, but he did have his own firm at the time, thus he might be considered a successful guy with some accomplishments. She had previously mistaken his coldness and indifference for calm and stable, and as a result, she had fallen madly in love with this guy …

Goden Bran then moved overseas, and she never heard from him again. As she had desired, she married Goden Bran.

Two years wasn’t a long or short time, but she still couldn’t look beyond the guy who had once been her pillow.

His scheming, not his serenity, was the source of his profundity.

A woman’s heart was believed to be like the bottom of the sea, whereas a man’s heart was also like that…

Until someone took a seat next to her…

Avacocked her head, astonished, at Jeorge Milton, who stood next her.

How did he be here?

“You’re going to university here?”Jeorge Milton asked, his lips curving into a smile as he ignored her surprise.

“Did that have anything to do with the fact that I used to sit here and watch lads play?”

Ava dropped her gaze and turned away from him. “Why are you here?” she questioned instead.

“Do you believe in fate?” he said, taking Ava’s hand in his and holding it.

Ava stared at him calmly, and because he didn’t say anything, she didn’t press the issue any more.

He abruptly stood up.

“Come, show me your school, and let me see what type of atmosphere my lady was reared in.”

“Yes, we must appreciate the instructors here; we must thank them for their excellent instruction.”

She couldn’t help but giggle. The melancholy atmosphere appeared to have evaporated somewhat.

“Stand up.”

He yanked her to her feet as if he really wanted to express his gratitude to her instructor.

“Stop playing around,”Ava said weakly.

“How is this causing a commotion? Let’s go, take me to where you used to go to class.”

He grabbed her hand in his and guided her down the flight of stairs.

“Hey, Jeorge Milton!”Ava had no option but to follow in his footsteps and yell.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Isn’t it true that he wouldn’t take her to thank her teacher?

She had a strong suspicion that he was capable of such a thing.

Jeorge Milton dragged her inside the classroom. The optional course “Physiology and Health of Women” was held in a big classroom on the first level. “Hey, they’re in class right now,”Avasaid hastily as he drew her in via the back entrance.

“Don’t go in and start a fight.”

“This isn’t a problem; we’re also here to listen to the lecture.”

He drew her in via the back door after saying that.

The students in the back row gave them strange looks. They sat in the last row’s corner, and the entire classroom was packed with females. Jeorge Milton’s arrival drew a lot of attention.

Even more embarrassing was the fact that the professor on the platform was presently talking on women, advising those university students on self-love and the composition of women’s reproduction with a solemn expression on his face.

She’d always been a shy person. Her cheeks grew uncomfortably red as she listened to the lesson.

When she was in college, she had taken a similar class.

She had never imagined herself taking a lesson like this with a male.

“Everyone understands that pregnancy is the essence of life… Does anybody know what it means when we females ovulate?”

The entire audience fell silent as soon as the open-minded teacher said this.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of; this is plain sense,” the instructor added. “If a female wants to comprehend this, she must be accountable for her own body.”

Jeorge Milton asked Ava in a hushed voice, “When is it?”Ava was already flushing.

“What?”

She didn’t sure what to say, but she did see him smiling mischievously again. “Can you tell me when you ovulate?”

Ava’s cheeks turned crimson like a boiled shrimp as she heard this. Her neck, too, had been stained a subtle shade of crimson.

Jeorge Milton, who was in a good mood, laughed as she stared at him.

“Do you want me to assist you settle the score another day?” he said quietly as he moved in close to her ear.

Ava felt as if all the bones in her body were going to soften when a deep, rich, and compelling voice sounded out near her ear.