Billionaire’s Second Chance Sweetheart

She bowed her head and pretended not to recognize him, making him feel as if a thorn had grown in his heart.

Why did she hate him so much?

The guy next him smiled and questioned, “What’s wrong?” when he saw Jeorge Milton’s concerned expression. Is there anything going on today? ”

Jeorge turned around to stare at Ava,.

Jeorge Milton sat in his car, smoking a cigarette, his ink-black eyes fixed on the building’s door.

Until the person he was expecting arrived.

He was envious of the guy who could simply made her to grin happily as she walked away with the others!

Why did she just have chilly eyes and derision for him yet she could smile warmly at others?

He took a long breath as he thought.

Maybe he was breathing too forcefully, forcing him to cough violently, hurting his heart and lungs.

He put his hand on the door handle and was ready to open it…

She merely shifted her body slightly, bowed in agony, and touched her ankle.

“Dumbass!”

He muttered softly, his tone tinged with hopelessness.

He took out his phone and looked at the screen after watching her disappear.

It was Saturday.

She wouldn’t have wanted to hear or see him if he hadn’t contacted her.

When had he ever expected to be treated like this?

Maybe he was spoilt by women and no one would ever admit it.

No one has ever previously overlooked his presence.

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Ava waited in the cab, clutching her phone, unsure whether to contact him.

She was supposed to go visit him.

But there were millions of things she didn’t want .

If she called him now, wouldn’t she be entering the tiger’s den?

He merely needed a phone call!

But he couldn’t wait.

The people around him were having fun, but Jeorge Milton was looking at his phone.

He fiddled with his phone, scrolling through the records therein, none of which were hers.

“Is this phone really so pretty?”Feru joked, grabbing his phone. You’ve looked at it all day. ”

“Give it to me!” said Jeorge Milton.

Feru sighed and returned the phone.

That’s when the phone went off.

He was pleased and grabbed his phone, which displayed the number of his father.

His excitement changed to disappointment, then boredom, and he abruptly ended the conversation.

He claimed he would never come home! Unless she can leave the home!

“Young Master, why are you so quiet today, it doesn’t seem like your manner of doing things.”

Feru wanted to intervene, but the woman put her palm on Jeorge Milton’s breast.

“Scram!” yelled Jeorge Milton, grabbing the woman’s wrist.”

Feru had brought the woman out for amusement, so he quickly pulled the woman up and encouraged her not to antagonize Jeorge Milton.

It was almost forbidden to discuss the Milton family to Jeorge Milton!

Feru understood this since he had known Jeorge Milton for so long.

Jeorge Milton drank from the cup dejectedly, his black eyes ablaze with unquenchable rage.

His hatred had grown in his heart for a long time and had no cure.

Even a thousand deaths of that woman would not quench his rage.

That’s why he wanted her to live, to experience agony, then torment her…

Ava Lins guaranteed that he would not be knocking on her door again .

Tonight, Goden Bran did not return, and the villa was unusually silent, frightening everybody.

Ava Lins sat on the bed, dazed, when her phone vibrated.

“Hello,” she said, reaching for her phone, closing her eyes.

“Hello?”

She had to open her eyes and check her phone.

She paused and waited for him to speak.

“It’s not midnight yet,” Jeorge Milton said finally, after a lengthy quiet. “I’ll see you.”

Ava scowled. What time did he say he’d meet?

He sounded inebriated.

“Did you?”

“Take a sleep. Already late.”

“And if I must see you?”

“Are you tyrannical? Is it too late? ”

“If you don’t… I can only knock. ”

Ava Lins’s heart skipped a beat as she raised her blanket and moved to the window, staring down.

His car was really there.

He sat on the hood of the car, his legs crossed, wearing a nice black shirt with open collar.

When Ava glanced at him, he lifted his eyes and startled her, so she ran and hid behind the curtain.

” I just want to see you,” he replied quietly, seemingly having read her mind .

A deep and captivating voice slowly rang out, generating a strange sensation in Ava’s heart.

The cool breeze rushing against her collar made Ava Lins more alert.

She stepped in front of him, hoping Goden Bran would return with something to say.

His black eyes were as dark as the night sky, and the curve of his lips was unruly.

He bent down slightly and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, resting his chin on her thin shoulder.

“It’s so chilly, let me hold you,” he said softly, shocked Ava.

While he was speaking, he gripped her firmly around her wrist, making her dizzy and forgetting to push him away.

“It felt nice hugging you, Ava!”

He talked as if he was an intimate lover who had never had a disagreement.

“It’s Ava, not Ava!”

“This is called romance, Ava is so wonderful, only I can call you that, unique to the rest of the world,” Jeorge Milton yelled.

His voice was proud and dominant, as if she were also his, and the heat and love words she inhaled made Ava blush.

He narrowed his eyes and kissed her delicate earlobes. “You smell so nice…” he muttered hoarsely, as she trembled and dodged.

She sat helpless, unable to express her rage.

She sneered at him, her face hot. His inadvertent flirting would confuse her.

“You may not call me Ava.

So he wasn’t uncomfortable since he had something to think about?

In between, he grasped her hand and kept it near to his lips.