A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Chapter 1181-1190
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
his efforts. Mark showed her how much she meant
sleep, she snuggled her face against his neck, feeling safe
Uncle Mark.
doing so well in being
her up and they made love twice, leaving her feeling sleepy and
a shower, prepared breakfast and lunch for her,
the edge of the bed, looking at
low, tender voice, “I’ll have dinner with you tonight before heading back to Czanch. You can spend the day here and wait
Cecilia nodded and replied
her
he settled into the car, Peter couldn’t help but tease Mark, “Cooking and doing
off casually. “She was in a bit
lingered on
who finally finding a girl he like. How could Peter not share in his
was a bit envious of Mark’s happiness, secretly wishing
in Czanch. It was a precious gift,
arranged a job for the
gestures demonstrated Mark’s deep affection and protectiveness
safe depended on those around him staying discreet and trustworthy. He valued her safety above all
noon rays caressed Cecilia awake, casting a warm glow
open, and there it was-the house that Mark had bestowed
her heart with joy, she held the rabbit doll he had given her close to
sky, she got
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
had the intention of cooking dinner for
to be less than perfect and, despite her best efforts, she ended up burning the food in the frying
as the clock struck four,
set for dinner, he playfully teased her about ordering take-out instead
finger and tears welled up in her
gently and he carefully bandaged her wound before joining her
quietly smoked. The way he carried
drifted to the meeting earlier that day, where he had turned down an opportunity related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal,
people were desperate to
years, his future would
tempting offer, he recommended a junior for the position, unswayed by the allure of wealth and
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 cooking next
tender grace, she bent down, seeking refuge in his loving arms, and in a soft, hushed tone, she revealed her heartfelt
a faint yet affectionate smile graced
to engage in conversations about their shared dreams and aspirations, especially when it came
Seeking solace, she nuzzled her face against his sturdy abdomen, her delicate fingers gently toying with the buttons of
a few
affectionately, and admiringly praised, “My Cecilia is so capable. Not everyone gets such
joy,
their impending marriage, he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate for her
her discreetly before inquiring about
hesitated, “How
issue for her, she simply yearned for
care of me?” she asked
“Yes, I
they lived as a couple in
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
like Charlie. If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom attended such events, especially with Cecilia,
these gatherings, to which Mark would simply say it was not appropriate for a
gave her freedom in dealing with her own
free time, Mark took Cecilia skiing and to witness the mesmerizing aurora, making
year end approached, Mark’s schedule became busier and
her bed, talking to him on the phone, playfully
the background, a faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound of
help but inquire,
replied, “I’ll
brother, Waylen, standing in the hall, comforted by their weeping
left Cecilia
amidst her tears, called out to Cecilia, pointing at a photo. “Come and have a
ran downstairs, her heart
revealed the
a picture of six-month-old Alexis, whose brown hair and flawless
covered her mouth in awe, whispering,
the fact that her granddaughter was safe and
her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship. No man would dare
a gentle yet reproachful glance at
“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 troop of
help but express her disapproval, “Dad, are you comparing my brother to a
a
lingered. Alexis was recovering, but someone vital was still absent from the family—the thought of Rena
well past midnight when Cecilia
photo of Alexis to Mark and, after a while, she received a call from him. The night was
She responded him.
were unnecessary. Their feelings for each other were understood and Alexis’ recovery
longer needed to hide their
close and
a call from Mark, informing Cecilia that he would arrive at the apartment in
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
was mindful of her brother’s presence at home,
in his gentle request
other. Peter greeted Cecilia warmly, carrying bags of groceries
a
Cecilia rushed into his arms, playfully pushing him against the car. Mark held her close, his head lowering to
was not a barrier to his irrational yearnings
he asked in a hoarse
response was
with a smile. “Everything is put away. I’ll pick you up at two o’clock in the
Mark’s hand
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
the embrace of their love, they took their time
she had never encountered before. Wrapped in his strong arms, her eyes
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