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.”

only night together, he

appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her how much she meant to him,

drifted off to sleep, she snuggled her

Uncle Mark.

already doing so well in

and they made love

breakfast and lunch for her, instructing her to just heat

sat at the edge of the bed, looking

pinched her cheek gently and whispered in a low, tender voice, “I’ll have dinner with you tonight before heading back to Czanch. You can spend the day here and

nodded and replied sleepily,

kissed her softly before

he settled into the car, Peter couldn’t help but tease Mark, “Cooking and doing laundry for

“She was in a bit of a mood, and

smile lingered on

happy for Mark who finally finding a girl he

a bit envious of Mark’s happiness, secretly wishing

a house in Czanch. It was a precious gift, as many people

arranged a job for the

demonstrated Mark’s deep

knew that keeping Cecilia safe depended on those around him staying

awake, casting a warm glow

and there it was-the house that Mark had bestowed

had given her close to her chest and playfully rolled

the sky, she got up and found the

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 from his elevated position

Cecilia had the intention

and, despite her best efforts, she ended up burning the food in the frying pan. Defeated, she decided

clock struck four, Mark

for dinner, he playfully teased

him her nicked finger and

scolded her gently and he carefully

an air of elegance as he quietly smoked. The way he carried himself was akin to

to the development

to

it was successful over four years, his

for the position, unswayed by the

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

snuggled up close

cast a contemplative gaze at her. “Will you grace

arms, and in a soft, hushed tone,

earnestness, a faint yet affectionate smile graced Mark’s

eyes, he welcomed the opportunity to engage in conversations about their shared dreams and aspirations, especially when

she nuzzled her face against his sturdy abdomen, her delicate fingers gently toying with the buttons of his shirt. In a

a few fingers, proudly stating,

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

with joy, Cecilia’s

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

praised her discreetly before inquiring about the

the young girl hesitated, “How about

an issue for her,

you take care of me?” she asked

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

as a couple in the

of intimacy and affection. He cooked for her and she lovingly

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

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

in dealing with her own friends,

their free time, Mark took Cecilia skiing and to witness the mesmerizing aurora, making

year end approached, Mark’s schedule became busier and they hadn’t seen each other for several

on her bed, talking to him on the phone, playfully coquetting like a

reached Mark’s

couldn’t help

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

only to find her brother, Waylen, standing in the hall, comforted by their weeping

scene left

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

ran downstairs, her heart

the photo

hair and flawless skin made her

her mouth

cry, touched by the fact

mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for

a gentle yet

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 his capabilities, will provide us with a

“Dad, are

words elicited a laugh

tinge of sadness lingered. Alexis was recovering, but someone vital was still absent from the family—the thought

when Cecilia finally returned to

after a while, she received a call from him. The night was hushed, and all

She responded him.

each other were understood and Alexis’ recovery brought them renewed hope for

no longer needed to hide

her phone close and drifted off to

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

slightly hoarse, a testament to his overnight work and the early hour of his visit. Cecilia was both elated and worried

her brother’s presence at home,

in his gentle request for her to

other. Peter greeted Cecilia

was a cold

him against the car. Mark held

to his irrational yearnings in this

he asked in a

was a

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

bashfulness, Cecilia held Mark’s hand as they ascended

entering the house, Mark couldn’t contain his desire, immediately removing her coat 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 sofa

their love, they took their time to

passionate intimacy she had never encountered before.