A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

Peter had a knack for reading Mark’s mind.

After guessing what was on Mark’s mind, he refrained from adding more words.

By nine o’clock in the evening, the private jet touched down.

An hour and a half later, Mark was back at the villa.

In the hallway, there was just a single wall lamp still lit.

Surrounded by the gentle, golden light, he sensed the warmth of home.

A sweet home with Cecilia and Edwin.

Mark removed his coat and gazed around the villa adorned with decorations from a while ago, and his heart warmed with nostalgia.

way upstairs and headed straight

Edwin had dozed off.

his side with his small body snugly wrapped under the

of his soft face was

hair had

loosened his shirt

he murmured something

watched over him tenderly for

he carefully tucked Edwin in and returned to

couch in her white robe, Cecilia was absorbed in a

wet hair was dr@ped down, and a

just stepped out of

door shut,

“It’s late.