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,

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from

mouth but continued to gaze at

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

depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention

internal struggle did not

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in

and

to talk to your

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disappointment graced

obediently ascended the

Mark’s heart ached profoundly.

already yearned for

Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with

even promise him a

to Mark’s mood, could sense the turmoil

in the intricacies between Mark

was complex, after

Waylen personally poured a cup of tea