Billionaire’s Second Chance Sweetheart

Omi Lins’ face darkened as he took a step forward, as if he didn’t notice her.

“Omi Lins, I have something for you,” she said as she raced up to him.

“This is what I saved for a whole year, so you don’t have to assist other people with their assignments,” she replied, handing him her own deposit jar. You may relax early.”

Omi Lins clutched the hefty deposit jar in her hands, thinking about her sister Belli Tannu, who had let her down.

He violently flung the piggy bank on the ground, shattering it.

“Omi Lins…” she sobbed, retreating a few steps, eyes wide open, innocently looking at him.

“Avoid me in the future!”

“Sister is sister, I am myself, why should we mix up like this, Omi Lins! Lins! ”

“Omi Lins, how can you toss my heart on the ground?” she said, visibly upset.

Suddenly, an adult’s feet appeared in front of her…

When the girl glanced up, she saw an awful, deformed face.

Omi Lins was ready to climb over the wall when he heard a cry of astonishment…

Ah…

The night sky slid by with a cry, disturbing the night’s calm.

Omi Lins felt a pang of fear when a horrible dream invaded his mind.

The thought of her scream made him turn and run back.

He glanced around, but she wasn’t there.

The change and porcelain bits were all over the floor…

And her white canvas sneakers.

Omi Lins stepped forward, picking up his left canvas shoe.

She’s gone.

Is there a risk?

Omi Lins was in a rush, his chest heaving fiercely, and the heated air he exhaled condensed into white smoke.

After a lengthy search, he glanced down at his canvas shoes and grimaced.

He had no idea that in the campus’s shadows, Aya’s lips was securely covered by a pair of enormous hands, and that she could only watch Omi Lins walk away, step by step…

Omi Lins, her name, became her wailing at the end.

Aya’s little hand grabbed fast onto the man’s hand, her fingernails fully dug within…

But how could a sixteen-year-old girl resist a drunken man?

That was a sleepless night for Omi Lins.

He put his head on his pillow and glanced at her canvas shoes, thinking with a sad heart that she should be alright…

It’ll be fine.

Why was he so tense?

Tonight was too lengthy for him, but wasn’t it for Aya?

Her dream, her unrequited love, her first love…

Her revered teacher.

The sun shined the following day.

When Goden Bran went downstairs, he couldn’t help but look around.

He found her in the storage room, on a high stool, looking for something.

She wore a suit tha made her seem good.

Her legs were slim and fair…

He had no idea her legs were so lovely.

The lines were well-proportioned, creating a lovely appearance.

“What are you searching for?” he said,.

Ava stepped back, but lost her balance and falling back.

Screamed, “Ah…”

Fortunately, Goden Bran’s response was quick enough: he seized her waist, pulled her off the chair, and held her horizontally.

Ava’s chair rocked and thudded to the ground.

Ava’s hand unconsciously clutched his shirt, like a lifesaver.

What occurred next made her even more humiliated as Goden Bran held her horizontally.

He seldom hugged her like way…

She recalled asking once, wanting to know how it felt to be embraced like this, but he dismissed her request as a foolish joke!

She never addressed it after that.

Sadly, their connection was very different…

“Please let me down,” she begged, letting go of Goden’s hand uncomfortably.

Holding it like way, he felt he couldn’t let go.

Her heated face was like a feather softly touching the tip of his heart…

When he realized, he could only release , and she behaved like a terrified rabbit, and let her withdraw a few steps away from him.

“What are you searching for?” he said, clenching his fist and coughing a few times.

“Nothing much not a very significant item,” Ava said, looking for a box she had brought with her previously.

She finished and couldn’t wait any longer.

“Ava Lins!”

“Is anything wrong?

“Did you find work?

She was amazed that he worried about something as trivial as obtaining work.

“Yes,” she said honestly,.

“Really?” Goden Bran said, a forced grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

You can come to his firm if you haven’t discovered it.

She didn’t need his aid, she could get a respectable career on her own, and she could live well without him…

Realizing this made him sad.

He wished she didn’t depend on him so much.

“Oh sure, I’ll move out tomorrow,” he said as Ava was ready to depart. Grandma wants to return to her old home. Since Grandma is returning, living together is inconvenient.”

Ava left, seeing no complaints.

Goden Bran couldn’t focus on his job since he knew she had to leave tomorrow.

Wasn’t this his goal?

Was he nervous when she was resolved to leave?

With the kitchen, he spotted her in an apron, busy working in the kitchen…

The soft light on her body made people feel comfortable and at ease.

How long had he felt that way?

Due to his mother’s inability to communicate with her grandma, he was forced to remain in the city to study and live with his mother after his father’s death.

He regularly came home hungry from school.

It always made him angry at the people who had ruined his Goden Bran Family.

Only the coldness of his family brought back his rage towards the one who ruined his family…

She had done a lot since they married, but he had forgotten what it was like to have a family and was used to the coldness…

He’d always disliked her and didn’t want to be around her.

He feared that her compassion and beauty would make him want to give up all he had and not be weary of life as long as he was with her.

Goden Bran couldn’t.

When his father died, he was full of bitterness and reluctant to disclose it, but he didn’t have the opportunity.