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 as clingy

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 of

at Harold, a meaningful smile dancing

“Dad ts right.

better than

not!” Cecilia protested,

readily agreed, his

are the best,” Cecilia praised, her voice

nature, sought to mend the strained relationship between Harold and

an underlying tension between the two, yet the cause remained a mystery

the prestigious Fowler family,

of connections and power, leaving the Moores far behind

with Waylen over Rena,

“Thank you, Waylen,” his words dripping

hinting at a myriad of thoughts

through

struck half past four in the afternoon, Waylen

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