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.”

their only night together, he cherished every

appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her

sleep, she snuggled her face against his

Uncle Mark.

so well in being

dawn, Mark woke her up and they made love

energy. He took a shower, prepared breakfast and lunch for her, instructing

the bed, looking at Cecilia,

with you tonight before heading back to Czanch. You

and replied

her softly before

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

adjusted his straight suit pants and played it off casually. “She was in a bit of a mood, and I just coaxed her. There’s

smile lingered on

for Mark who finally finding a girl he like. How could Peter not

envious of Mark’s happiness, secretly wishing he

It was a precious gift, as many people couldn’t afford

Mark also arranged a job for the

demonstrated Mark’s deep affection and

staying discreet

awake, casting a warm glow upon

it was-the house that Mark had

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

got

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

kindness, Cecilia had the intention of cooking dinner for

despite her best efforts, she ended up burning the food in the frying pan. Defeated, she decided

the clock struck

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

him her nicked finger and tears welled up in

he carefully bandaged her wound before joining her for

an air of elegance as he quietly smoked. The way he carried himself was akin

development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project that could revolutionize aerospace technology and

to take

was successful over four years, his future would

the position,

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

up

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

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

faint yet affectionate smile

engage in

job. Seeking solace, she nuzzled her face against his sturdy abdomen, her delicate fingers gently toying with the buttons of his shirt. In a

few

praised, “My Cecilia is so capable. Not everyone gets such

joy, Cecilia’s

he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to be in the public

he praised her discreetly before inquiring about

“How about

for her,

take care of me?” she asked

assuring her, “Yes, I

so, they lived as a couple in the lap

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 found comfort in wearing his shirt and snuggling

with friends like Charlie. If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom attended such events, especially with Cecilia, as he deemed them

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

dealing with her own

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

end approached, Mark’s schedule became busier and they hadn’t seen each other

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

faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the

Mark couldn’t help but

Cecilia replied, “I’ll go

the call, Cecilia hurried downstairs, only to find her brother, Waylen, standing in the

left Cecilia

Cecilia, pointing at a photo.

downstairs, her

the

Alexis, whose brown hair and flawless skin

mouth in awe,

joy, Juliette continued to cry, touched by the fact that her granddaughter

better off looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship. No man would dare marry her

gentle yet reproachful glance at

cry every day. Let us look forward to the future with optimism. I’m sure Waylen, with his capabilities, will provide us

but express her disapproval, “Dad, are you comparing my brother to

elicited a laugh from

but someone vital was still absent from the family—the thought of

when Cecilia finally returned

sent the photo of Alexis to Mark and, after a while, she received a call

She responded him.

words were unnecessary. Their feelings for each other were understood and Alexis’

no longer needed to

phone close

informing Cecilia that he would arrive at the apartment in

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

her brother’s presence at

evident in his gentle request for her to

Peter greeted Cecilia

was a cold

the car.

was not a barrier to his irrational yearnings in this

kiss, he asked in a hoarse voice,

response was a

the entrance with a smile. “Everything is put away. I’ll pick you up at two o’clock in the

Mark’s

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

embrace of their love, they took their time to intimately

passionate intimacy she had never