A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

It was the strawberry flavor.

As Olivia dropped it, some of the biscuits were broken in half, while others were completely crushed.

Olivia stood, disregarding the fallen biscuits, her gaze fixed on a figure in the distance.

Dylan’s recent refusal to accompany her home lingered in her thoughts.

Yet now, he cradled a young woman in his arms.

The woman appeared youthful, likely in her early twenties.

Assessing her slender frame and waist-length dark hair, Olivia inferred that the woman was quite attractive.

“Mrs.

Wright! Mrs.

Wright!”

Olivia snapped out of her thoughts only when the nanny addressed her.

Avoiding eye contact, she apologized softly, “Sorry, I was a bit absent-minded just then!”

She proceeded to clean up the fallen biscuits, but her vision blurred.

Olivia dabbed her eyes gently, though the blurriness persisted.

And just like that, she lost consciousness.

“Mrs.

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Wright!”

The nanny, in a panic, called the nurse.

Coincidentally, the nurse was administering an injection to Dylan’s female companion.

When Dylan looked up, he saw Leyla and Olivia, with Olivia having fainted and collapsed on the floor.

Having seen Dylan’s portrait in Olivia’s room before, the nanny was stunned to see him there with another woman.

Dylan hastily set down the woman he was carrying and rushed over to scoop up Olivia, gently patting her cheek as he called out anxiously, “Olivia! Olivia…”

Standing to the side, the nanny hesitated to speak, reconsidering her words.

Tearfully, Leyla buried her head in the nanny’s comforting embrace.

When Olivia woke up, she realized it was already late into the night.

Moonlight filtered into the ward room, lending a chill to the atmosphere.

Still groggy, Olivia sat up suddenly, searching for Leyla.

“Leyla is back home, and Laura is looking after her,” Edwin said gently, flicking on the bedside lamp, casting a warm orange glow.

Leaning against the bed, Olivia appeared frail, her complexion pallid.

Edwin picked up the chicken soup, intending to spoon-feed her.