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.”
only night together, he cherished every
tinge of disappointment, Cecilia understood and appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her how much she meant to him, dedicating all his spare time to
drifted off to sleep, she snuggled her face against
Uncle Mark.
he was already doing so well in
dawn, Mark woke her up and they made love twice, leaving
breakfast and lunch for her, instructing her
of the bed,
her cheek gently and whispered in a low, tender voice, “I’ll have dinner with you tonight before heading back
nodded and
her softly before
Mark, “Cooking and
was in a bit of a mood, and I just coaxed her. There’s nothing
lingered
finding a girl he like.
was a bit envious of Mark’s happiness, secretly wishing he
a house in Czanch. It was a precious gift,
Mark also arranged a
Mark’s deep affection and protectiveness
safe depended on those around him staying
caressed Cecilia awake, casting
there it was-the house
her heart with joy, she held the rabbit doll he had given her close to
ascended higher in the sky, she got up and found the breakfast
spoiled by him, grateful for the tender gestures that came from his elevated position in life, gestures any
to reciprocate his kindness, Cecilia had the intention of cooking
ended up burning the food in the frying pan. Defeated, she decided to
as the clock struck four, Mark returned
set for dinner, he playfully teased
finger and tears welled up in
scolded her gently and he carefully bandaged her wound before joining her for
air of elegance as he quietly smoked. The way he carried himself was akin to
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
people were desperate to take on the
successful over four years, his
offer, he recommended a junior for the position, unswayed
felt no regrets, for his priorities had shifted—he now yearned for
snuggled up
Mark’s extinguished cigarette dissipated, he cast a contemplative gaze at her. “Will you grace us with your cooking next
bent down, seeking refuge in his loving arms, and in a
her earnestness, a faint yet affectionate
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 as a
considerable time in Mark’s company, Cecilia couldn’t help but feel a pang of shame over her lack of a job. Seeking solace, she nuzzled her face against his sturdy abdomen, her delicate fingers gently toying with the buttons of his shirt. In a soft, almost
few fingers, proudly
praised, “My Cecilia
with joy, Cecilia’s heart
be
her discreetly before
the young girl hesitated, “How about I decline
issue for her, she simply yearned
will you take care of me?”
kissed her forehead, assuring her, “Yes, I will always take
they lived as a couple in the lap of luxury within
almost every week and their time together was 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
gatherings, to which Mark would simply say it was not appropriate for a
freedom in dealing with her own friends, trusting
to witness the mesmerizing aurora,
schedule became busier and
her bed, talking to him on the
reached Mark’s ears—the
help but inquire, “What’s
mother’s voice, Cecilia replied,
find her brother, Waylen, standing in the hall, comforted by their weeping
left
out to Cecilia, pointing at a photo. “Come and
ran downstairs, her
the photo
Alexis, whose brown hair and flawless skin made her utterly adorable like a
Cecilia covered her mouth
cry, touched by the fact that
resembled your
cast a gentle yet reproachful glance at her
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
are you
words elicited a laugh from
a tinge of sadness lingered. Alexis was recovering, but someone vital was still absent from the family—the thought of Rena weighed on
past midnight when Cecilia finally
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 brought them renewed hope for
to hide their
close and
morning brought a call from Mark, informing Cecilia that he would arrive
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
brother’s presence at home, knowing he had
his concern evident in his gentle
entrance, serendipitously encountering each other. Peter greeted Cecilia warmly, carrying
a cold
arms, playfully pushing him against the car. Mark held her
barrier to his irrational yearnings in
kiss, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Do you
was a resounding
at the entrance with a smile. “Everything is put away. I’ll pick you up at
of bashfulness, Cecilia held Mark’s hand as they ascended the
one hand while stealing more kisses. Sex outside the bedroom was something rare for them, but today was different—his
embrace of their love, they took their time to intimately
a profound and passionate intimacy she had never encountered before. Wrapped in his strong arms, her
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