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?”

remained unspoken, shrouded

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it

his mouth

yearned for staying, to bask in the joy of making

a multitude of matters

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

and play with

need to talk to

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of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender

he obediently ascended

Mark’s heart ached profoundly.

five years old, Edwin already yearned

as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than

promise him a snowball

to Mark’s mood, could sense the turmoil within

intervening in the intricacies

attachment was

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