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.

made his way upstairs and headed straight to the child’s

Edwin had dozed off.

side with his small body snugly wrapped under

his soft

had a shiny, vibrant

edge, loosened his shirt

asleep, but he murmured something in his

him tenderly for some

returned to his bedroom, where Cecilia was still

her white

hair was dr@ped down, and a fresh scent emanated from

just stepped out

the door shut, speaking

“It’s late.