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.”

only night together, he cherished every moment they

understood and appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her

she drifted off to sleep, she snuggled her face against his

Uncle Mark.

was already doing so well in

Mark woke her up and they made love

took a shower, prepared breakfast and lunch for her, instructing her to just heat

he sat at the edge of the bed, looking at Cecilia, who was

a low, tender voice, “I’ll have dinner with you tonight before heading back to Czanch. You

and replied

her

he settled into the car, Peter couldn’t help but tease Mark, “Cooking and doing laundry for a young girl,

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

smile lingered on

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

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

Czanch. It was a

arranged a job

deep affection and

him staying discreet and trustworthy. He valued her safety above all else.

rays caressed Cecilia awake,

open, and there it was-the house that Mark

gift that filled her heart with joy, she held the rabbit doll he had given her

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

a testament to his caring nature. Cecilia couldn’t help but feel spoiled by him, grateful for the tender gestures that came

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

efforts, she ended up burning the food in the frying pan. Defeated, she decided to opt

the clock struck four, Mark returned from a

playfully teased her about

her nicked finger and

as he scolded her gently and he carefully

quietly smoked. The way he carried himself was akin to

had turned down an opportunity related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project that could revolutionize

desperate to

successful over four years, his future

a junior for the position,

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

up close

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

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

faint yet affectionate smile graced

danced in the depths of his eyes, he welcomed the opportunity to engage in conversations about their shared dreams and aspirations, especially when it came to building a beautiful future

abdomen, her delicate

Cecilia extended a few fingers,

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

with joy,

marriage, he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to be in the public eye as a commercial

her discreetly before inquiring about

young girl hesitated, “How about

wasn’t an issue for her,

will you take care of

her, “Yes, I will always take care of

in the lap of luxury within their

filled with moments of intimacy and affection. He cooked for her and she lovingly massaged

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

to which Mark would simply say it was

he gave her freedom in dealing with her own friends, trusting

their free time, Mark took Cecilia skiing and to witness the mesmerizing aurora, making that period

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

to him on the phone, playfully coquetting like a

sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound

Mark couldn’t help

her mother’s voice, Cecilia replied,

the call, Cecilia hurried downstairs, only to find her brother,

left

pointing at

downstairs,

revealed the photo to

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

by the image, Cecilia covered her mouth in awe, whispering, “She looks

Juliette continued to cry, touched by the fact that her granddaughter was safe and sound

maintained his pride, asserting, “She’s better off looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother,

cast a gentle yet reproachful glance at

console her. “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,

couldn’t help but express her disapproval, “Dad, are you comparing my brother to a mere breeding

words elicited a laugh from

the laughter, a tinge of sadness lingered. Alexis was recovering, but someone vital was still absent

past midnight when Cecilia finally returned to

sent the photo of Alexis to Mark and, after a while, she received a call from him. The night was hushed, and all

She responded him.

for each other were understood and Alexis’ recovery brought them renewed hope for

needed to hide their

held her phone close and

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

hour of his visit. Cecilia was both elated and worried for him. In a soft tone, she insisted, “I’ll drive there myself.

she was mindful of her brother’s presence at home, knowing he had a

his gentle request for her to drive

encountering each other. Peter greeted Cecilia warmly, carrying bags of groceries upstairs ahead of

a cold

playfully pushing him against the car.

not a barrier to his irrational yearnings

lingering kiss, he asked in a hoarse voice,

was

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

touch of bashfulness, 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 in

they took their time to intimately connect, savoring every

an unparalleled experience, a profound and passionate intimacy she had never encountered before. Wrapped in his strong arms, her eyes sparkled with infatuation for