A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

Chapter 82

A shadow passed over Harold’s face, his expression turning somber.

Just then, Cecilia awoke from her nap.

She approached him, seeking solace by enveloping his waist and longing for a ki*s.

However, Harold wasnt in the mood.

He simply said, “Your brother has returned.

Let’s go downstairs.

” Despite Cecilia’s inherent simplicity, she couldn’t help but perceive his indifference, leading to a tinge of disappointment seeping into her heart.

Harold, ever the charmer, skillfully coaxed and reassured her.

As they descended the staircase, Cecilia’s spirits soared once more, her buoyant nature resurfacing.

Waylen sat comfortably on the sofa, engrossed in a magazine.

Cecilia eagerly threw herself into his arms, exclaiming, “Waylen!”

remarked, “You’re still as

Harold might become jealous.

“He wont,” Cecilia insisted, holding onto Waylen’s arm and assuming a spoiled

would be better to have Harold take care of them

”

glanced up at Harold, a

“Dad ts right.

treat Harold better than you

”

Cecilia protested, her

Waylen readily agreed, his charming

are the best,” Cecilia praised, her voice filled

gentle nature, sought to mend the strained relationship between Harold and

had always sensed an underlying tension between the two, yet the cause

of the prestigious

were a towering presence in terms of connections and power, leaving

to jeopardize his bond with Waylen over

you, Waylen,” his words

faint, enigmatic smile, hinting

he leafed through it nonchalantly, his demeanor exuding an icy

half past four in the afternoon, Waylen rose from his seat,