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.”

together, he cherished every moment they

tinge of disappointment, Cecilia understood and appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her

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

Uncle Mark.

he was already doing so well in being

they made love twice, leaving

prepared breakfast and

at the edge of the bed, looking at Cecilia, who

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

nodded and replied sleepily,

kissed her softly before

the car, Peter couldn’t help but tease Mark,

off casually. “She was in a bit of a mood, and

smile lingered on his

finding a girl he like. How could Peter not share

Mark’s happiness, secretly wishing he could

contemplation, Mark generously gifted Peter a house in Czanch. It was a precious gift, as many people couldn’t

a job for the

Mark’s deep affection and protectiveness for

on those around him staying discreet

sun’s noon rays caressed Cecilia awake, casting a warm glow upon

and there it

held the rabbit doll he had given her close to her chest and

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

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 from his elevated position in life, gestures any woman

to reciprocate his kindness, Cecilia had the

she ended up burning the food in the frying pan. Defeated, she decided to opt

clock struck four, Mark

table set for dinner, he playfully teased her about ordering take-out instead

then showed him her nicked finger and tears welled

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

he quietly smoked. The way he

the meeting earlier that day, where he had turned down an opportunity related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project that could revolutionize aerospace technology and advance the country’s military

were desperate to take on

was successful over four years, his future would be bright

he recommended a junior for the position, unswayed by the allure of

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

snuggled up

cast a contemplative gaze

and in a soft, hushed tone, she revealed her heartfelt desire to

yet affectionate smile graced

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

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 me to

Cecilia extended a few

affectionately, and admiringly praised, “My Cecilia

joy,

marriage, he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate for

praised her discreetly before inquiring about the

young girl hesitated, “How about

her, she

take care of me?” she asked

kissed her forehead, assuring her, “Yes,

so, they lived as a couple in the lap of luxury within their

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

If any were necessary, his assistant Peter

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

gave her freedom in dealing with her own friends, trusting

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

end approached, Mark’s schedule became busier and

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

reached

help but

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

brother, Waylen, standing in the hall, comforted by their weeping mother

scene left

amidst her tears, called out to Cecilia, pointing at

ran downstairs, her

the photo to

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

her mouth

cry, touched by the fact that

asserting, “She’s better off looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d

a gentle yet

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 his capabilities, will provide us with a

her disapproval, “Dad, are you

elicited a laugh from

sadness lingered. Alexis was recovering, but someone vital was still absent from

was well past midnight when Cecilia finally returned to her

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

She responded him.

moment, words were unnecessary. Their feelings for each other were understood and Alexis’ recovery brought them renewed hope for a future

no longer needed to

close and drifted

early morning brought a call from Mark, informing Cecilia that

visit. Cecilia was both elated and worried for him. In

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

his concern evident in his gentle request for her

serendipitously encountering each other. Peter greeted

a cold winter

him against the car. Mark held her close, his

was not a barrier to his irrational yearnings in

lingering kiss, he asked in a hoarse voice,

was a resounding

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

Cecilia held Mark’s hand as

coat and tenderly caressing her body with one hand while stealing more kisses. Sex

of their love, they took their time to intimately

a profound and passionate intimacy she had never encountered before. Wrapped in