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.”
night together, he cherished every moment
felt a tinge of disappointment, Cecilia understood and appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her how much she meant
to sleep, she snuggled her face against
Uncle Mark.
already doing so well in
made love twice, leaving her feeling sleepy and
took a shower, prepared breakfast
edge of the bed, looking at Cecilia,
“I’ll have dinner with you tonight before heading back to Czanch. You can spend the day here and
Cecilia nodded and replied sleepily,
kissed her softly before
couldn’t help but tease Mark, “Cooking and doing laundry for
pants and played it off casually. “She was in a bit of a mood,
lingered on his
a girl he like. How could
fact, Peter was a bit envious of Mark’s happiness, secretly wishing he could find
contemplation, Mark generously gifted Peter a house in Czanch. It was a precious
a job
Mark’s deep affection and
on those around him staying discreet and trustworthy.
sun’s noon rays caressed Cecilia awake, casting a warm glow upon
and there it was-the house that Mark had bestowed upon
gift that filled her heart with joy, she held the rabbit doll he had given her close to her chest and playfully rolled around in bed, overwhelmed with
she got up and found the
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
his kindness, Cecilia had the intention
best efforts, she ended up burning the food in the frying pan. Defeated, she decided to opt
clock struck four, Mark returned
the table set for dinner, he playfully teased her about ordering take-out
finger and tears welled up in
heart softened as he scolded her gently and he carefully
of elegance as he quietly smoked. The way he carried himself was akin to an exquisite painting, an embodiment of both intellect
earlier that day, where he had turned down an opportunity related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project
people were desperate to take on
it was successful over four years, his future would
offer, he recommended a junior for the position, unswayed by the
his priorities had shifted—he now yearned for a life with Cecilia, a life
up close to
cast a contemplative gaze at her. “Will you grace us with
refuge in his loving arms, and in a soft, hushed tone, she revealed her heartfelt desire
faint yet affectionate smile graced
of melancholy danced in the depths of his eyes, he welcomed the opportunity to engage in conversations about their shared dreams and aspirations, especially
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 become their cover
few fingers, proudly stating, “It’s paid
and admiringly praised, “My Cecilia is
with joy, Cecilia’s
marriage, he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate for her
he praised her discreetly before inquiring about
“How about
wasn’t an issue for her, she simply yearned for
take care of me?” she asked
forehead, assuring her, “Yes, I will always
lived as a couple in the lap of luxury within 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
like Charlie. If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom attended such events, especially with Cecilia, as
gatherings, to which Mark would simply say it was not appropriate for a young
dealing
their free time, Mark took Cecilia skiing and to witness the mesmerizing aurora, making that period the sweetest
Mark’s schedule became busier and they hadn’t seen each other for
laid on her bed, talking to him on the phone, playfully coquetting
faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound
help but
her mother’s voice, Cecilia replied, “I’ll
find her brother, Waylen, standing in the hall, comforted
left
amidst her tears, called out to Cecilia, pointing
downstairs,
the
whose brown hair and flawless skin made
covered her mouth in awe, whispering,
cry, touched by the fact
maintained his pride, asserting, “She’s better off looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother,
a gentle yet reproachful glance at
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
but express her disapproval, “Dad, are you comparing my brother to a mere breeding
a laugh
lingered. Alexis was recovering, but someone vital was
was well past midnight when Cecilia finally returned to her
to Mark and, after a while, she received a call from
She responded him.
unnecessary. Their feelings for each other were understood and Alexis’ recovery brought them renewed hope
needed to hide their
close and drifted
brought a call from Mark, informing Cecilia that he would arrive
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
brother’s presence at home, knowing
in his
they reached the apartment entrance, serendipitously encountering each other. Peter greeted
a
him against the car. Mark held her close, his head
was not a barrier to his irrational
lingering kiss, he asked in a hoarse
response was a
a smile. “Everything is put away. I’ll pick you up at two o’clock
of bashfulness, Cecilia held Mark’s hand as
hand while stealing more kisses. Sex outside the bedroom was something
the embrace of their love, they took their time
never encountered before. Wrapped in his strong
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