A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

Mark playfully nudged her nose and inquired, “Surprised by my bedroom?”

Blushing, she responded with a touch of shyness, “I never imagined my boyfriend’s room to be like this…”

Her words were laced with tact and understatement.

In reality, she meant that the style of his bedroom was somewhat old-fashioned; suitable for middle-aged men, but certainly not for younger ones her own age.

Could Mark not discern the subtle undertones in her response? Unperturbed, he proceeded to brew a pot of tea, handing her a cup with thoughtful consideration.

As she accepted the teacup and took a sip, he adopted an enigmatic tone, asking, “Shall we continue tonight?”

Cecilia’s spirits immediately dampened.

Mark, a playful rogue, was considerably older and smarter than her, but she was skilled at playing the role of the innocent victim.

embraced him, playfully calling him

held her delicate hand with one hand while savoring

a mountain of work to tackle, leaving him with

Cecilia never voiced a

she obediently kept him company in the

raise his head and request her assistance with fetching something, and his little girl would gleefully

in work until

playfully tease his little girl, intending to make good

&

intimacy, an unexpected knock at the door disrupted

voice then carried

you’re still awake, aren’t you? I’ve brought you some

room tensed as she started twisting