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.”

night together,

his efforts. Mark showed

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

Uncle Mark.

was already doing so

woke her up and they made love twice, leaving her

breakfast and lunch for her, instructing her to just

sat at the edge of the bed, looking at

“I’ll have dinner with you tonight before heading back to Czanch. You can spend the day here

nodded and replied sleepily,

her softly before

Mark, “Cooking and doing laundry for

casually. “She was in a bit of a mood, and I just coaxed her. There’s nothing to

lingered

Mark who finally finding a girl he like. How could Peter

fact, Peter was a bit envious of Mark’s

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

also arranged a job for the driver’s

Mark’s deep affection and protectiveness for

those around him staying discreet and

noon rays caressed Cecilia awake,

eyes open, and there it was-the house that Mark

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

in the sky, she got up

nature. Cecilia couldn’t help but feel spoiled by him, grateful

his kindness, Cecilia had the intention of cooking

her best efforts, she ended up burning the food in the frying pan. Defeated, she decided to opt for take-out

as the clock struck four, Mark returned

for dinner, he playfully teased her

her nicked finger and tears welled up in

scolded her gently and he carefully

way he carried himself was akin

the meeting earlier that day, where he had turned down an opportunity related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project

were desperate to take

over four years, his

for the position, unswayed by the allure

no regrets, for his priorities had shifted—he now yearned for a life with Cecilia, a life of

up close to

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

arms, and in a

a faint yet

opportunity to engage in conversations about their shared

feel a pang of shame over her lack of a job. Seeking solace, she nuzzled her face against his sturdy abdomen, her

few

his head, pinching her cheek affectionately, and admiringly praised, “My Cecilia is

joy,

wouldn’t be appropriate for her to be in the

her discreetly before inquiring

young girl hesitated, “How

money wasn’t an issue for her,

take care of me?”

her, “Yes, I will always take care

couple in the lap

and affection. He cooked for her and she lovingly massaged his back and legs. At night, she found comfort in wearing his shirt and snuggling into

private calls but he declined any social engagements with friends like Charlie. If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom attended such

would simply say it

gave her freedom in dealing with her own friends,

Mark took Cecilia skiing and to witness the mesmerizing aurora, making that period the

became busier and they

bed, talking to him on the

sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound of

help but

her mother’s voice, Cecilia replied,

downstairs, only to find her brother, Waylen, standing in

scene left Cecilia

to Cecilia, pointing at a

downstairs,

revealed the photo

a picture of six-month-old Alexis, whose brown hair and

mouth in awe, whispering, “She looks just like

joy, Juliette continued to cry, touched by the fact

she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship. No man

yet reproachful glance at

attempting to console her. “Look, our granddaughter is perfectly fine. You don’t need to cry every day. Let us look forward to

but express her disapproval, “Dad, are you comparing my brother to a mere breeding

elicited a laugh from

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

past midnight when Cecilia finally

of Alexis to Mark and, after a while, she received a call from

She responded him.

were unnecessary. Their feelings for each other were understood and Alexis’ recovery brought them renewed

they no longer needed to

her phone close and drifted

Mark, informing Cecilia that he would arrive

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 myself. Don’t come to

was mindful of her brother’s presence at home, knowing he had a

concern evident in his gentle request for

simultaneously, they reached the apartment entrance, serendipitously encountering each other. Peter greeted Cecilia warmly, carrying

was a cold

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

barrier to his

lingering kiss, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Do

response was a resounding

“Everything is put away. I’ll pick

Mark’s hand as they

kisses. Sex outside the bedroom was something rare for them, but today was different—his eagerness led him to carry her to

of their love, they took their time to intimately connect, savoring

an unparalleled experience, a profound and passionate intimacy she had never encountered before. Wrapped in his strong arms, her eyes