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 cherished every

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

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

Uncle Mark.

he was already doing so

and they made love twice, leaving her

full of energy. He took a shower, prepared breakfast and lunch for her, instructing

he sat at the edge of the bed, looking at Cecilia, who was still

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

Cecilia nodded and replied

kissed her softly before

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

a bit of a mood, and I just coaxed her. There’s nothing to be thrilled

lingered on

girl

a bit envious of Mark’s happiness, secretly

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

a job for the

deep

staying discreet and trustworthy. He valued her

awake, casting a warm glow upon

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

that filled her heart with joy, she held the rabbit doll he had given her

higher in the sky, she got up

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

kindness, Cecilia had the

her culinary skills proved to be less than perfect and, despite her best efforts, she ended

the clock struck four, Mark

table set for dinner, he playfully teased her about ordering

her nicked finger and tears welled up

he carefully bandaged her wound before joining

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

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

desperate to take on the

four years, his future would

junior for the position, unswayed by the allure of wealth

priorities had shifted—he now yearned for a life

snuggled up

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

his loving arms, and in a soft, hushed

her earnestness, a faint yet affectionate smile graced

his eyes, he welcomed the opportunity to engage in conversations about

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

Cecilia extended a few fingers, proudly

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

joy, Cecilia’s

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

her discreetly before inquiring about the

young girl hesitated, “How about I

issue for her, she simply yearned for

care of

her, “Yes, I will always take care

lived as a couple in the lap of luxury within

every week 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 comfort in wearing his shirt

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

these gatherings, to which Mark would simply say it was not appropriate for a young

in dealing with her own

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

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

the distance, Cecilia laid on her bed, talking to him on

faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound

help but

replied,

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

left

tears, called out to Cecilia, pointing

downstairs, her heart

revealed the photo to

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

covered her mouth in awe, whispering,

with joy, Juliette continued to cry, touched by the fact that her granddaughter was safe and

off looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship. No man would

gentle yet reproachful glance at her

need to cry every day. Let us look forward to the future with optimism. I’m

help but express her disapproval, “Dad, are

a laugh

the laughter, 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

the photo of Alexis to Mark and, after a while, she received a call from him. The night was hushed, and all he whispered was her

She responded him.

other were understood and Alexis’ recovery brought them

longer needed to hide their

her phone close and

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

both elated and worried for him. In a soft tone, she insisted, “I’ll drive there myself. Don’t come to

her brother’s presence at home, knowing he had a keen

evident in his gentle request for her to drive

Peter greeted

was a

with emotion, Cecilia rushed into his arms, playfully pushing him against the car. Mark held her close, his

barrier to his irrational yearnings

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

response was a resounding

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

held Mark’s hand as they ascended

her body with one hand while stealing more kisses.

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

she had never encountered before. Wrapped in his strong arms, her eyes sparkled with