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.

she tenderly embraced him, playfully calling him “Uncle Mark” to beg

hand with one hand while savoring the tea she had offered

work to tackle, leaving him with

the circumstances, Cecilia never voiced a

him

something, and his little girl would gleefully scurry around to fulfill his

until the late hours

moment to playfully tease his little girl, intending to make good on his

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were about to engage in intimacy, an unexpected knock

voice then carried from

aren’t you? I’ve

room tensed as she