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?”

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented

the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at

staying, to bask in the

of matters requiring his

internal struggle did

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms,

and play with

to talk to

”

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender

obediently

Mark’s heart ached profoundly.

already

father, Mark had failed to

couldn’t even promise him a snowball

attuned to Mark’s mood, could sense the turmoil within

intervening in the intricacies between Mark

attachment was complex, after

with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for