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.”

together, he cherished every moment

a tinge of disappointment, Cecilia understood and appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her how much she meant to him, dedicating all his spare time to

snuggled her face

Uncle Mark.

so well in

they made love twice, leaving her feeling sleepy and

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

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

gently and whispered in a low, tender voice, “I’ll have dinner with you tonight before heading back to Czanch. You can spend the day here and wait for

and

kissed her

Mark, “Cooking and doing laundry for a

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

smile lingered on

who finally finding a girl

Peter was a bit envious of Mark’s

a moment of contemplation, Mark generously gifted Peter a house in Czanch. It was a precious gift, as many people couldn’t afford

arranged a job

deep affection

staying discreet and trustworthy. He valued her safety

noon rays caressed Cecilia awake, casting a warm glow upon

and there it was-the house that

held the rabbit doll he had given her close to her chest and playfully rolled around in

higher in the sky, she got up and

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 gestures that came

to reciprocate his kindness, Cecilia had the intention of

be less than perfect and, despite her best efforts, she ended up burning the food in the frying pan. Defeated, she decided

clock struck

set for dinner, he playfully teased

finger and tears

he carefully bandaged her wound before

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

opportunity related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal,

were desperate to take on the

it was successful over four years, his future

the position, unswayed by the allure of wealth and

felt no regrets, for his priorities had shifted—he now yearned for

up close to

the last wisp of smoke from Mark’s extinguished cigarette dissipated, he cast a contemplative

she bent down, seeking refuge in his loving arms, and in a soft, hushed tone, she revealed

earnestness, a faint yet

opportunity to engage in conversations

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 timid whisper,

extended a few fingers,

praised, “My Cecilia is so capable. Not everyone

with joy, Cecilia’s heart

his reservations. Considering their impending marriage, he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to be in the public eye as a commercial

discreetly before

girl hesitated, “How about I decline the

wasn’t an issue for her, she simply yearned for

take care of me?” she asked

“Yes, I will always

they lived as a couple in

intimacy and affection. He cooked for her and she lovingly massaged his back and

were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark

would simply say

her freedom in dealing with her

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

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

the distance, Cecilia laid on her bed, talking to him on the phone, playfully coquetting like a little

faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound of Juliette

help but inquire,

replied, “I’ll go downstairs

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

left Cecilia

out to Cecilia, pointing

downstairs, her heart

revealed the

whose brown hair and flawless skin made her utterly

covered her mouth in awe, whispering,

joy, Juliette continued to cry, touched by the fact

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

yet reproachful

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

are you comparing my brother to a mere breeding

a

was recovering, but someone

well past midnight when

and, after a while, she received a call from him. The night was hushed, and all he whispered was her

She responded him.

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

needed to hide

held her phone close

informing Cecilia that he would arrive at the apartment in an

both elated and worried for him. In a soft

was mindful of her brother’s presence at

in his gentle

they reached the apartment entrance, serendipitously encountering each other. Peter greeted Cecilia warmly, carrying bags of

was a cold

with emotion, Cecilia rushed into his arms, playfully pushing him against the car. Mark held her close, his head lowering

barrier to his irrational yearnings in this

asked in a hoarse voice, “Do you

response was a resounding

put away. I’ll pick you up at

of bashfulness, Cecilia held Mark’s hand

coat and tenderly caressing her body with one hand while stealing more kisses. Sex outside

love, they took their time to intimately connect, savoring every

intimacy she had never encountered before. Wrapped in his strong arms,