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 child’s

Edwin had dozed off.

remained perfectly still, lying on his side

half of his soft face

brown hair had

bed’s edge, loosened his shirt and leaned

asleep, but he murmured something

him tenderly for some

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

in her white robe,

was dr@ped down, and a fresh scent

just stepped out

door shut, speaking

“It’s late.