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

Edwin had dozed off.

remained perfectly still, lying on his side with his small body snugly wrapped under

his

had

loosened his shirt and leaned down to plant

but he murmured

him tenderly for some

tucked Edwin in and returned to his bedroom, where Cecilia was still engrossed in her

the couch in her white robe, Cecilia

slightly wet hair was dr@ped down, and a

had just stepped out

eased the door

“It’s late.