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

It would be better to have Harold take care of them

”

up at Harold, a meaningful smile dancing on his

“Dad ts right.

Harold better than you

”

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

readily agreed, his charming smile lighting up

best,” Cecilia praised, her voice filled with

mend the strained relationship between Harold and

had always sensed an underlying tension between the two, yet the cause remained a mystery to

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

a towering presence in terms of connections and power, leaving

bond with Waylen over Rena, no

“Thank you, Waylen,” his

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

again, he leafed through it nonchalantly, his demeanor exuding an icy

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