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

his efforts. Mark showed her how much she meant to him, dedicating all his spare time

she snuggled her face against

Uncle Mark.

already doing so well

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

was full of energy. He took a shower, prepared breakfast and

he sat at the edge of the bed, looking

you tonight before heading back to Czanch. You can spend the

nodded and

her softly

tease Mark, “Cooking and doing laundry for a young girl, and you’re

was in a bit of a mood, and I just coaxed her. There’s

smile lingered on

a girl he like. How could Peter

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

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

arranged a job for

demonstrated Mark’s deep

that keeping Cecilia safe depended on those around him staying discreet and trustworthy. He valued

caressed Cecilia awake, casting a warm glow upon her

there it was-the house that Mark had bestowed

that filled her heart with joy, she held the rabbit doll he had given her close to her chest and

the sun ascended higher in the sky, she got up and found the breakfast Mark

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 would

reciprocate his kindness, Cecilia had the intention of cooking dinner for

to be less than perfect and, despite her best efforts, she ended up burning the food in

day, as the clock struck four,

playfully teased

finger and tears

scolded her gently and he carefully bandaged her

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

people were desperate to take on

it was successful over four years, his

junior for the position, unswayed

his priorities had shifted—he now yearned for a

snuggled up close to

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

a tender grace, she bent down, seeking refuge in his loving arms, and in a soft, hushed tone, she revealed her heartfelt desire to learn the culinary

yet affectionate smile graced Mark’s

depths of his eyes, he welcomed the opportunity to engage in conversations about their shared dreams and

a considerable 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

few

his head, pinching her cheek affectionately, and admiringly praised,

with joy, Cecilia’s

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

discreetly before

the young girl hesitated, “How about I decline the

an issue for her, she

take care of me?” she

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

lived as a couple in the lap of luxury within their beautiful

affection. He cooked for her and she lovingly massaged his

If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom attended such

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

dealing with her own

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

Mark’s schedule became busier and they hadn’t seen each

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

faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound of

help but inquire, “What’s

replied, “I’ll go downstairs to

Cecilia hurried downstairs, only to find her brother, Waylen, standing in the hall, comforted by their weeping mother and

left Cecilia

Cecilia, pointing at a photo. “Come and have

ran downstairs, her heart

revealed the

hair and flawless skin made her utterly

image, Cecilia covered her mouth in awe,

fact that her granddaughter was safe and sound

his pride, asserting, “She’s better off looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship. No man would dare

gentle yet reproachful glance

You don’t need to cry every day. Let us look forward to the future with optimism. I’m sure

disapproval, “Dad, are you comparing my brother to

elicited a laugh from

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

when Cecilia finally returned to

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

She responded him.

other were understood and Alexis’ recovery brought them

needed to

her phone close and drifted off to

call from Mark, informing Cecilia

and the early hour of his visit. Cecilia was both elated and worried for him. In a

presence at

evident in his gentle request for

apartment entrance, serendipitously encountering each other. Peter greeted Cecilia warmly,

was a cold winter

pushing him against the car. Mark

barrier to his irrational yearnings in

asked in a

was a resounding

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

Cecilia held Mark’s hand as they ascended the stairs

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

love, they took their

passionate intimacy she had never encountered before. Wrapped in his strong arms, her