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!”

remarked, “You’re still as

Harold might become jealous.

wont,” Cecilia insisted, holding onto Waylen’s arm and assuming

would be better to have

glanced up at Harold, a

“Dad ts right.

Harold better than

not!” Cecilia protested, her voice

his sister, Waylen readily agreed, his charming

are the best,” Cecilia praised,

to mend the strained

tension between the

prestigious Fowler family,

connections

bond with Waylen over

“Thank you, Waylen,” his

hinting at a myriad of

up the magazine again, he leafed through it nonchalantly, his demeanor exuding an

past four in the

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