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!”

playfully pinched her cheek and remarked, “You’re still as

Harold might become jealous.

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

It would be better to have Harold take care of them instead

”

a meaningful smile

“Dad ts right.

Harold better than you

”

not!” Cecilia protested, her voice filled with

his sister, Waylen readily agreed, his charming smile

the best,” Cecilia praised,

her gentle nature, sought to mend

underlying tension between the two, yet the cause

verge of becoming the son—in—law of the prestigious Fowler family, whose influence far

a towering presence in terms of connections and power, leaving the Moores far behind in

jeopardize his bond with Waylen over Rena, no matter,

“Thank you, Waylen,” his words

with a faint, enigmatic smile, hinting at a myriad of thoughts beneath

he leafed through it nonchalantly,

half past four in the afternoon, Waylen rose from