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

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

in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

too yearned for staying, to bask in the joy of

depart, a multitude of matters requiring

struggle did not evade

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in

and play with

need to talk

”

of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender

obediently ascended

Mark’s heart ached profoundly.

already yearned

failed to spend more than a

couldn’t even promise him

could sense the turmoil

intervening in the intricacies

was complex,

poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What