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.

upstairs and headed straight to the child’s

Edwin had dozed off.

lying on his side with his small

his soft face

brown hair had a shiny,

loosened his shirt

remained asleep, but he murmured something

him

returned to his bedroom,

on the couch in her white robe, Cecilia was

dr@ped down, and

just stepped out

eased the door

“It’s late.