Second Chance With My Disabled Boyfriend

For four years, I served as Caleb's assistant, and for three years, his companion.

I never imagined I could walk out of that villa that once imprisoned me.

Years ago, Nathan, the impoverished school heartthrob with disabled legs, went abroad. Six years later, he returned, staging a remarkable comeback and single-handedly bringing down the Griffin Group.

Caleb went bankrupt and became destitute.

Nathan carried me out of that villa, treating me like a princess for a year.

On my 26th birthday, Caleb killed me in that villa.

Nathan, covered in blood, held me in his arms, his expression eerily calm: "Scarlett, you go first. I'll follow soon."

As I gazed into his eyes, filled with tears of blood, I fervently prayed to the heavens to save him, to let him live.

My prayers were answered.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at 18.

Nathan, this time, it's my turn to save you.

"Hey, I heard you're completely paralyzed from the waist down?"

"Oh, oh, oh, did your manhood break too?"

"Isn't that right, Nathan? Say something!"

"What's the point of talking? Strip him down and see, I've never seen a castrated guy before!"

"Heh heh, he used to be the most popular guy in school. A single photo of him could sell for hundreds! I wonder how much a naked photo of the heartthrob is worth..."

In the depths of the alley, a few shadows were tearing at a person on the ground.

I pulled out my phone and shouted, "Stop! I've called the police!"

Having just returned to this moment in time, I heard that Nathan was being bullied by some blonde thugs in the alley and rushed over. Thankfully, I made it in time.

In my previous life, Nathan had a car accident during our freshman year, which left his legs paralyzed, and he could only use a wheelchair.

Later, he was bullied by Caleb's thugs outside the school. They took indecent photos of him, spread them online to humiliate him, and spread rumors. He developed severe depression and had to take a break from school for over half a year.

Seven years later, he saved me from Caleb's men and took care of me meticulously. I saw him still taking sertraline for his depression.

This time, I would never let such a thing happen again!

Panting, I held up my phone towards them, "You perverts, how dare you molest a male student right at the school gate! I'm going to expose all of you on the social media confession page!"

The blonde thugs were furious, "Who's molesting a guy!"

"Damn! That's disgusting!"

"Scarlett, don't slander us! Put the phone down!"

"I'm not putting it down!" I said, hands on my hips, filming even more vigorously. "I'm broadcasting live! Soon, the whole school will know you perverts!"

The blonde thugs panicked, "Hey! We were just messing around!"

"Scarlett, be honest, it was Caleb who told us to teach Nathan a lesson!"

"Great, now Caleb's involved too!" I switched the camera to close-up, "Everyone, take a good look! These scumbags are openly bullying a classmate, acting despicably, and looking even more despicable! If you see them, beat them up!"

"Don't worry, my dear viewers! I just called the police, and they'll be here soon! The ones who should be scared are them!"

"And I'll make sure to tell the police all about Caleb, the mastermind behind this!"

"You bitch, you need to be taught a lesson..."

"Stop talking and run! It'll be worse when the police get here!"

The leader of the blonde thugs glared at me fiercely, then led the others, hastily covering their faces, and ran out the other end of the alley.

I let out a long sigh and turned off my phone.

Nathan lay motionless on the ground, his posture tense, his body trembling slightly. I walked over to him, squatted down, and quietly watched him.

This was the 18-year-old Nathan.

He hadn't yet developed the calm, ruthless demeanor he would have eight years later. He was still a young boy, bullied and unable to fight back, curling up to protect himself.

His pants were pulled down slightly, and he lay there playing possum with his back to me. I patted his shoulder. "Nathan, are you okay?"

He flinched as if electrocuted, then turned to me, gritting his teeth. "Scarlett, did Caleb send you here?"

His face, still somewhat boyish, was flushed with anger and humiliation. It was an expression I had never seen on the calm and composed face of the Nathan I knew from the future.

I couldn't help but stare.

Seeing that I wasn't speaking, he pursed his lips and tried to pull up his pants. But his legs were too weak to support him, and he couldn't manage it.

I reached out to help him with his pants.

He pushed my hand away forcefully, his expression one of utter shock. "What are you doing!"

I replied matter-of-factly, "Helping you with your pants. Or do you want to stay like this?"

"I am not..." He choked on his words, glaring at me fiercely. "I don't need your help! Go away!"

I narrowed my eyes and slapped his butt hard. "Shut up! Lift your upper body."

He stared at me in disbelief. "You... you..."

Inside, I was still the 26-year-old Scarlett. I've experienced everything. But I had never had the chance to bully Nathan like this.

In the past, it was always him who would slap my butt unceremoniously, his voice hoarse as he said, "Scarlett, be good and spread your legs, just this once..."

I quickly shook my head, feeling my face heat up.

Nathan was still looking at me warily, as if I was about to do something terrible to him.

I grabbed his belt. "If you don't want to wear them, I'll take them off."

He hurriedly grabbed the belt, his hand covering mine, then recoiled as if stung by a needle.

Under my gaze, he had no choice but to comply. He propped himself up with his hands and lifted his upper body.

I slowly and methodically helped him with his underwear and pants, even adjusting his private parts' direction.

It was smooth and familiar.

When I helped him into the wheelchair, he was as stiff as a rock.

His pale forehead was scratched, and his cheeks were swollen, probably from a beating.

My gaze moved to his unresponsive legs, and my heart ached.

"I'm sorry, Nathan. I came too late."

If only I had come back sooner, I wouldn't have let him end up in a wheelchair.

In the previous life, he went abroad not long after this incident. Seven years later, he was successful, but his legs never fully recovered. He couldn't walk independently for long periods and needed long-term rehabilitation. On rainy days, the pain was so bad he couldn't stand.

I rested my head on his thigh.

I really wanted to heal you sooner.

If your body were whole, you wouldn't have to endure so much hardship and mental trauma.

And you wouldn't have given up on yourself so easily after I died.

Nathan looked exhausted. "Scarlett, what game are you playing now?"

"What does Caleb want this time? Whatever I have, you can take it all."

"Stop playing games with me."

Caleb was the eldest son of the Griffin Group and also our classmate.

My father passed away early, and my mother was in a vegetative state, leaving us in extreme poverty. After entering university, I signed up for the aid program for impoverished students. My sponsor was none other than Caleb.

In my previous life, I did everything for Caleb without hesitation, serving him for four years. Though he was difficult to please, he was generous with money, and I never had to worry about my mother's medical expenses.

He was arrogant and overbearing, especially towards Nathan, the poor yet brilliant school heartthrob. Caleb would seize his laboratory, cut off his project funding, and snatch his scholarships.

As Caleb's assistant, I was sometimes ordered to bully Nathan as well.

I tricked him into borrowing sanitary pads for me, letting him wheel himself into the girls' restroom, only to be scolded as a pervert by the girls who came in later.

On the day the application for the mathematical modeling competition was due, I stole his phone and locked him in the lab.

Although I explained the sanitary pad incident to the girls in time and submitted his application form for him, he still ended up hating me.

At least, back then, I thought he hated me.

After graduation, Caleb imprisoned me for three years, torturing me nightly, making my life a nightmare.

At that time, I could never have imagined that the person who would save me from that prison would be Nathan.

Even more surprising was that his secret crush on me had started from our freshman year.

I looked at his stern face and thought, you really know how to keep a straight face.

Seizing a moment when he wasn't paying attention, I grabbed his face and kissed him.

He stood there rigidly, not moving an inch, letting me softly kiss and explore his lips.

When we parted, his eyes were locked onto mine, his voice rough, "Is this something Caleb told you to do?"

I looked into his dark eyes, "This is what I want to do."

"I like you, Nathan."

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, "Scarlett, don't play games with me..."

I hugged him tightly, "Nathan, don't be afraid. I'm here for you."