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.

and headed straight to the

Edwin had dozed off.

perfectly still, lying on his side with his small body

of his soft

brown hair had

the bed’s edge, loosened his shirt and leaned down to plant a

he

him tenderly for some

to his

couch in her white robe, Cecilia

wet hair was dr@ped down,

stepped out of a

eased the door shut,

“It’s late.