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!”

and remarked,

Harold might become jealous.

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

mention having several projects? It would be better to have Harold take care

”

a meaningful smile dancing on

“Dad ts right.

treat Harold better than you treat us

”

I’m not!” Cecilia protested, her

readily agreed,

the best,” Cecilia praised,

mend the strained relationship between Harold and

sensed an underlying tension between the

prestigious Fowler family, whose influence far

terms of connections and power, leaving the Moores far

jeopardize his bond with Waylen

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

with a faint, enigmatic smile, hinting at a

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

struck half past four in the