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, he

showed her how much she meant to him, dedicating all his spare

she drifted off to sleep, she snuggled her face against

Uncle Mark.

doing so well in being

dawn, Mark woke her up and they made love twice, leaving her

prepared breakfast and lunch for her, instructing her to

the edge of the bed,

her cheek gently and whispered in a low, tender voice, “I’ll have dinner with you tonight before heading back

and replied sleepily,

her softly before

the car, Peter couldn’t help but tease Mark, “Cooking and doing laundry for a young girl, and you’re

was in a bit of a mood, and I just

lingered on

a girl he like. How could Peter not

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

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

arranged a job for

demonstrated Mark’s deep affection and

Cecilia safe depended on those around him staying discreet and trustworthy. He valued her safety above all else.

Cecilia awake,

it was-the

with joy, she held the rabbit doll he had given her close to her chest and playfully rolled around in bed,

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

fruits were also meticulously washed and cut into bite-size, a testament to his caring nature. Cecilia couldn’t help but feel spoiled by him, grateful for the tender gestures that came

kindness, Cecilia had the intention of cooking dinner

best efforts, she ended up burning the food in the frying

the day, as the clock

he playfully teased her about ordering

then showed him her nicked finger and tears welled up in

heart softened as he scolded her gently and he carefully bandaged her wound before

sofa, exuding an air of elegance as he quietly smoked. The way he carried

related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project that could revolutionize

desperate to take on

over four years, his future would be

tempting offer, he recommended a junior for the position, unswayed by the allure

for his priorities had shifted—he now yearned

up close to

of smoke from Mark’s extinguished cigarette dissipated, he cast a contemplative gaze at her. “Will you grace us with your cooking next

bent down, seeking refuge in his loving arms, and in a soft, hushed tone, she

her earnestness, a faint yet affectionate

in the depths of his eyes, he welcomed the opportunity to engage in

time in Mark’s company, Cecilia couldn’t help but feel a pang of shame over her lack of a job. Seeking solace, she nuzzled her face against 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

Cecilia extended a few fingers, proudly stating, “It’s

and admiringly praised,

with joy, Cecilia’s

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

praised her discreetly before inquiring

girl hesitated, “How about I decline

an issue for her, she

take care of me?” she

her, “Yes,

a couple in

and their time together was filled with moments of intimacy and affection. He cooked for her and she lovingly massaged his back and legs. At night, she found

friends like Charlie. If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom attended such events, especially

inquired about these gatherings, to which Mark would simply say it was not appropriate for

he gave her freedom in dealing

the mesmerizing aurora, making that period the

became busier and they

Cecilia laid on her bed, talking to

sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound of

Mark couldn’t help but inquire,

mother’s voice, Cecilia replied, “I’ll go downstairs to

downstairs, only to find her brother, Waylen, standing in the hall, comforted

left Cecilia

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

ran downstairs,

the photo

was a picture of six-month-old Alexis, whose brown hair and flawless skin made

Cecilia covered her mouth in awe, whispering, “She looks

cry, touched by the fact that her granddaughter was safe and sound and so

though teary-eyed, maintained his pride, asserting, “She’s better off looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship. No man

a gentle yet reproachful

console her. “Look, our granddaughter is perfectly fine. You don’t need to cry every day. Let us look forward to the future with optimism. I’m sure Waylen, with

express her disapproval, “Dad, are you

words elicited a laugh

Alexis was recovering, but someone vital was still absent from the family—the thought of Rena weighed

well past midnight when Cecilia finally returned to

the photo of Alexis to Mark and, after a while, she received a call from him.

She responded him.

each other were understood

no longer needed to

her phone close and drifted

a call from Mark, informing Cecilia that he would arrive at the apartment in

testament to his overnight work and the early hour of his visit. Cecilia was both elated and worried for him. In a soft tone, she insisted, “I’ll drive there

was mindful of her brother’s presence

evident in his gentle request

simultaneously, they reached the apartment entrance, serendipitously encountering each other. Peter greeted Cecilia warmly, carrying bags of groceries upstairs ahead of

was a cold winter

him against the car. Mark held

barrier to his

asked in a hoarse voice, “Do you

response was a

a smile. “Everything is put away. I’ll

bashfulness, Cecilia held Mark’s

and tenderly caressing her body with one hand while stealing more kisses. Sex outside the bedroom was something rare for them, but today was different—his eagerness led him to carry her to the

they took their time to intimately connect, savoring every

it was an unparalleled experience, a profound and passionate intimacy she had never encountered before. Wrapped in his strong