A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Cecilia took off her coat and glanced around, impressed by the grandeur.

Mark went to the kitchen to pour some milk for her.

She followed him, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. “Mark, what does this mean?”

She was worried about becoming his mistress.

Even if he wasn’t married, any woman he kept outside the public eye would be considered his mistress.

Ina soft voice, Mark replied, “Drink your milk.”

She shook her head stubbornly, insisting on an explanation.

Mark gently touched her hand and spoke with a hint of bitterness. “Cecilia, for now, I can’t offer you a legitimate marriage. I can’t even walk with you openly on the streets. We can’t keep meeting only in hotels. It’s too humiliating for you. I understand what you’re thinking, but I’ve never seen it that way… Here, you can consider this place as your home, and me as your husband. I’m all yours here.”

This was the best he could provide at the moment.

Aprivate sanctuary where he would do his best to spend time with her.

When Alexis’ condition stabilized, they could be together publicly.

Cecilia felt a bit embarrassed after hearing his explanation, her emotions shifting.

She felt a mix of shyness and happiness.

This was the home Mark had given her.

Knowing that the little girl had been coaxed, Mark said in a soft voice, “I also put two rabbit dolls in the bedroom. Peter asked someone to line up to buy them for you. Go see if you like them.”

She still held him said softly, “I like you more.”

Mark pulled her to face him, enveloping her in his arms, and kissed her tenderly. After their sweet moment, she mentioned that she was feeling hungry. He playfully patted her on the butt and teased, “You eat like a horse, but you never seem to gain weight.”

In truth, she had a lovely figure, with a slender waist and ample curves.

Mark admired and appreciated it very much.

She wondered why Peter wasn’t around, and Mark replied with a mischievous smile, “Do you want him to be here all the time? Are you suggesting he should be watching us while we make love?”

Cecilia was about to cry with anger.

Mark’s teasing ways sometimes got under her skin, and she felt he only did it because he was a little older than her.

Later on, Mark took Cecilia to the counter and sat her down to watch him cook for her.

Despite not being skilled in housework, he felt elated to spend this time with Cecilia. Doing this simple task together brought him immense joy, far more than his usual activities at the club with friends or listening to Flora sing.

He recalled the time Cecilia had asked him why he hadn’t married yet.

Mark realized it wasn’t because of his busy schedule or his social status.

The truth was, he hadn’t met the right person until he found Cecilia.

Previously, he had imagined his future wife to be a capable and polished woman. But when he found his true love, she was nothing like his initial expectations. She couldn’t do much in terms of life skills, but it didn’t matter to him.

He adored her for who she was. The woman who called him “Uncle Mark” and could be both clingy and coy, yet ignore him when she was upset.

For him, it made perfect sense to love a woman like her.

Mark cherished Cecilia deeply. He treated her not just as his wife but also as a precious innocent little girl. Despite occasionally taking advantage of her in playful banter, he always gave in to her wishes and desires.

After their late-night snack, Cecilia noticed that Mark was quite tired, so she insisted on washing the dishes herself.

However, Mark didn’t want her to get wet and quickly took over the task.

He was significantly older than Cecilia, and he felt the need to compensate for her in other ways. Mark doted on her immensely, believing that when she was with him, she should experience a better life than she had at the Fowler’s house. If not, he considered himself an inadequate husband.

As the night passed, Cecilia now saw this place as her true home.

But not going back for the night meant she had to explain things to her family. Luckily,

Shelly came to her rescue, helping her sort things out.

In the middle of the night, Cecilia finished her phone call with her friend and returned to her bedroom.

Mark had already taken a shower and was now in a bathrobe as he lay against the headboard, seemingly asleep.

Seeing the tiredness on his face, Cecilia felt a pang of guilt. She decided to lie down beside him quietly, but he woke up as she lay down and gently pulled her into his arms.

He softly touched her waist and inquired, “You finished the phone call?”

Cecilia confirmed it, and he held her closer, their faces now inches apart.

Their rapid breaths and closeness seemed to stir their emotions.

He huskily whispered, “Shall we… do it?”

With those words, Mark opened the bedside drawer and placed a small box beside the pillow.

Without delay, he pressed her against the pillow and kissed her passionately.

Although Cecilia was not opposed to the idea, she worried about his fatigue. She didn’t want him to waste any more energy pleasing her, so she wrapped her arms around his waist and lied, “I’m on my period right now.”

Mark was momentarily taken aback. but then playfully rubbed his nose against hers and chuckled.

He realized she wasn’t serious about it. There wasn’t any smell of blood at all.

Cecilia, feeling a bit embarrassed, held onto his hair and whispered, “Let’s just cuddle and talk. We don’t have to do it.”

Mark didn’t force her.

Mark didn’t insist and pulled her close to him when they settled in bed, pretending to complain, “Don’t pull my hair anymore. I won’t look good if I go bald.”

He playfully expressed his concern for his age.

With a smile, Cecilia held him tightly and softly asked, “How long can you stay?”

Mark gently caressed her head and replied, “I have to leave tomorrow afternoon.

Ihave a full day of meetings ahead.”

being their only night together,

a tinge of disappointment, Cecilia understood and appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her how much she meant to him, dedicating

to sleep, she snuggled her face against his neck, feeling safe

Uncle Mark.

was already doing so well in being a loving

her up and they made love twice, leaving her feeling sleepy and

took a shower, prepared breakfast and lunch for her,

edge of the bed, looking at Cecilia,

cheek gently and whispered in a low, tender voice, “I’ll have dinner with you

nodded and replied sleepily,

kissed her softly before

car, Peter couldn’t help but tease Mark, “Cooking

in a bit of a mood,

lingered

genuinely felt happy for Mark who finally finding a girl

was a bit envious of Mark’s happiness, secretly wishing he could

a house in Czanch. It was a precious gift, as many people couldn’t afford properties

a job for

Mark’s deep affection

on those around him staying discreet and

sun’s noon rays caressed Cecilia awake, casting

it was-the house

the rabbit doll he had given her

the sun ascended higher in the sky, she got up and found the breakfast Mark had prepared for

a testament to his caring nature. Cecilia couldn’t help but feel spoiled by him, grateful for the tender gestures that came from his elevated position in

reciprocate his kindness, Cecilia had the intention of cooking

skills proved to be less than perfect and, despite her best efforts, she ended up burning the food in the frying pan. Defeated, she decided to opt for take-out

clock struck four, Mark

the table set for dinner, he playfully teased her

her nicked finger and tears welled up in her

scolded her gently and he carefully bandaged her wound before joining her

exuding an air of elegance as he quietly smoked. The way he carried himself was akin to an exquisite painting, an embodiment of both intellect and

turned down an opportunity related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project that could revolutionize aerospace technology and advance the

to take on the

over four years,

recommended a junior for the position, unswayed by the

regrets, for his priorities had shifted—he now yearned for a life with Cecilia, a life

snuggled up close

the last wisp of smoke from Mark’s extinguished cigarette dissipated, he cast a contemplative gaze

arms, and in a soft, hushed tone, she

earnestness, a faint yet affectionate smile

danced in the depths of his eyes, he welcomed the opportunity to engage in conversations about their shared dreams and aspirations, especially

his sturdy abdomen, her delicate fingers gently toying with the buttons of his shirt. In a soft, almost timid whisper, she revealed a recent development, “A few days ago, a magazine approached me

grace, Cecilia extended a few

praised, “My Cecilia is so capable. Not everyone gets such

joy, Cecilia’s

had his reservations. Considering their impending marriage, he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate for

discreetly before inquiring about the

hesitated, “How about I

money wasn’t an issue for her, she simply

you take care of me?” she

kissed her forehead, assuring her, “Yes, I will always take

as a couple in the

her and she lovingly massaged his back and legs. At night, she found comfort

were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom attended such events, especially with Cecilia, as he deemed them unsuitable

inquired about these gatherings, to which Mark would simply say it

gave her freedom in dealing with her own friends, trusting

witness the mesmerizing aurora,

year end approached, Mark’s schedule became busier and they hadn’t

her bed, talking to him on the

reached

couldn’t help but inquire,

her mother’s voice, Cecilia replied, “I’ll

ending the call, Cecilia hurried downstairs, only to find her brother, Waylen, standing in the hall, comforted by their weeping mother

scene left Cecilia

her tears, called out to Cecilia, pointing at a photo. “Come and

ran downstairs,

revealed the

six-month-old Alexis, whose brown hair and flawless skin

mouth in awe, whispering, “She looks just

fact that her granddaughter

asserting, “She’s better off looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship. No

yet

us look forward to the future with optimism. I’m sure Waylen, with his capabilities,

express her disapproval, “Dad, are you comparing

a

tinge of sadness lingered. Alexis was recovering, but someone vital was still absent from the family—the thought of Rena weighed on Korbyn’s

was well past midnight when Cecilia finally

and, after a while, she received a call from

She responded him.

words were unnecessary. Their feelings for each other were

needed to hide

phone close and drifted off

Cecilia that he would arrive at the apartment in

his overnight work and the early hour of his visit. Cecilia was both elated and worried for him. In a soft

presence at

his gentle request for her

reached the apartment entrance, serendipitously encountering each other. Peter greeted Cecilia warmly, carrying bags of

was a

into his arms, playfully pushing him against the car. Mark held her close,

barrier to his irrational yearnings in

lingering kiss, he asked in a hoarse voice,

response was a

“Everything is put away. I’ll pick you up at two o’clock in

Mark’s hand as

her body with one hand while stealing more kisses.

their love, they took their time to intimately

had never encountered