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!”

cheek and remarked, “You’re still

Harold might become jealous.

wont,” Cecilia insisted, holding onto

better to have Harold take

”

up at Harold, a meaningful smile

“Dad ts right.

Harold better than

”

I’m not!” Cecilia protested, her voice filled with

teasing his sister, Waylen readily agreed, his charming smile lighting

are the best,” Cecilia praised, her voice filled with

sought to mend the strained relationship between Harold and

tension between the two, yet

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

towering presence in terms of connections

couldn’t afford to jeopardize his bond with Waylen over Rena,

you, Waylen,” his words

a faint, enigmatic smile, hinting at a

again, he leafed through it nonchalantly, his demeanor exuding

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