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 clingy as

Harold might become jealous.

holding onto Waylen’s arm and assuming a

several projects? It would be better to

”

at Harold, a

“Dad ts right.

Harold better than you treat us

”

I’m not!” Cecilia protested, her

teasing his sister, Waylen readily agreed,

best,” Cecilia praised,

sought to mend the strained relationship between

an underlying tension between the

the prestigious Fowler family, whose influence far surpassed that of the

connections and power, leaving the Moores

with Waylen over Rena, no matter,

expressed, “Thank you, Waylen,” his words dripping with

faint, enigmatic smile, hinting at a myriad

he leafed through it nonchalantly, his demeanor

four in the afternoon, Waylen rose