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 moment

showed her how much she meant to him, dedicating all

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

Uncle Mark.

already doing so well in being a

dawn, Mark woke her up and they made

took a shower, prepared breakfast and lunch

the bed, looking at Cecilia, who was

you tonight before heading

and

her softly

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

his straight suit pants and played it off casually. “She was in a bit of a mood, and I

smile lingered on his

genuinely felt happy for Mark who finally finding a girl he like. How could Peter not share in his

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

in Czanch. It was a precious gift, as

a job

gestures demonstrated Mark’s deep

knew that keeping Cecilia safe depended on those around him staying discreet and trustworthy. He valued her safety above all

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

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

doll he had given her close to her chest and playfully rolled around in bed, overwhelmed with affection for

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

meticulously washed and cut into bite-size, a testament to his caring nature. Cecilia couldn’t help but feel spoiled by him, grateful

had the intention of

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

day, as the clock struck four,

set for dinner, he playfully teased her about ordering

finger and tears welled

softened as he scolded her gently and he carefully bandaged her wound before

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

drifted to 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 capabilities

people were desperate to

it was successful over four years, his future would be

the position, unswayed by the allure

his priorities had shifted—he now yearned for a life with Cecilia, a

up close

the last wisp of smoke from Mark’s extinguished cigarette dissipated, he cast a contemplative gaze at her.

seeking refuge in his loving arms, and in a soft, hushed tone,

faint yet affectionate smile graced

the opportunity to engage in conversations about their shared dreams

lack of a job. Seeking solace, she nuzzled her face against his sturdy abdomen, her delicate

a few fingers,

her cheek affectionately, and admiringly praised, “My Cecilia is so capable. Not everyone gets

joy, Cecilia’s

he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate

discreetly before inquiring

young girl hesitated, “How about I decline the

for her, she simply yearned for Mark’s kind

take care

lovingly kissed her forehead, assuring her, “Yes,

lived as a couple in the lap of

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

social engagements with friends like Charlie. If any were necessary, his assistant Peter

would simply say it was not appropriate for a young

freedom in dealing with her own

and to witness the mesmerizing aurora, making that period the sweetest time of

busier and they hadn’t seen each other

to him on the phone, playfully

faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the

help but

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

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

left

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

ran downstairs, her heart

the photo

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

by the image, Cecilia covered her mouth in

touched by the fact that her granddaughter was

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 marry her when she

a gentle yet reproachful

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

“Dad, are you comparing my brother to a mere

elicited a laugh

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

past midnight when Cecilia finally returned to

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

She responded him.

that moment, words were unnecessary. Their feelings for each other were understood and Alexis’ recovery

needed to

her phone close

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

slightly hoarse, a testament to 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 pick me

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

his concern evident in his gentle request for her to

the apartment entrance, serendipitously encountering each other. Peter greeted Cecilia warmly, carrying bags of

a cold

against the car. Mark held her close, his head lowering to kiss

to his irrational

he asked in a hoarse voice,

response was a

is put away. I’ll

of bashfulness, Cecilia held Mark’s

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

embrace of their love, they took their time to

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