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!”

her cheek and remarked,

Harold might become jealous.

insisted, holding onto Waylen’s arm and assuming a spoiled

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

”

up at Harold, a meaningful smile dancing

“Dad ts right.

Harold better than you treat us

”

protested, her voice filled

teasing his sister, Waylen readily agreed, his charming smile

Cecilia praised, her

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

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

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

of connections and power, leaving the Moores far behind

his bond with Waylen over

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

faint, enigmatic smile, hinting at a myriad of

through it nonchalantly, his demeanor exuding

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