A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

Waylen withheld nothing from Mark.

A faint smile graced his lips.

Mark, for a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy.

He took a sip of tea to mask his emotions.

Waylen casually perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any further mishaps.

”

Mark discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s words.

Coincidentally, Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him.

His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning his father.

Mark’s touch tenderly graced his son’s head.

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Edwin, his gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman with me?”

unspoken,

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from

in his mouth but

too yearned for staying, to bask in the joy of making his

a multitude of matters requiring his attention at

struggle did not evade

in his arms, and

and play

to talk

”

momentary pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s

obediently

Mark’s heart ached profoundly.

already yearned for his

failed to spend more than a few

couldn’t even promise him a

attuned to Mark’s mood, could sense the turmoil

refrained from intervening in the intricacies between

attachment was

aspiration that Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans