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

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

mouth but continued to

yearned for staying, to bask in the joy

a multitude of matters requiring his attention

did not

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

and

need to talk

”

of disappointment

obediently ascended the

Mark’s heart ached profoundly.

years old, Edwin already yearned for his father’s

Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with

couldn’t even promise

attuned to Mark’s mood, could

in

attachment was complex,

the 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 after wrapping up this