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.

his way upstairs and headed

Edwin had dozed off.

still, lying on his side with his

of his

hair had

edge, loosened his shirt and leaned down to plant

asleep, but he murmured something in his

watched over him tenderly for

returned to his bedroom, where

on the couch in her white robe, Cecilia was absorbed

hair was dr@ped down, and a

just stepped out of a

eased the door shut,

“It’s late.