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?”

unspoken, shrouded in

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

candy in his mouth but

bask in the joy of making his

a multitude of

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

Edwin in his arms, and patted

upstairs and play with

to talk

”

disappointment

obediently ascended

Mark’s heart ached profoundly.

already

father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with

couldn’t even promise

mood, could sense the turmoil

refrained from intervening in the intricacies

attachment was complex,

heart, Waylen personally poured a cup