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

appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her how much she meant to him, dedicating all

to sleep, she snuggled her face against his neck,

Uncle Mark.

was already doing so well in being a loving

made

breakfast and

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

her cheek 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

nodded and replied

her

couldn’t help but tease Mark, “Cooking and doing laundry for a young girl, and

was in a bit of a mood, and I just coaxed her. There’s

lingered on

genuinely felt happy for Mark who finally finding a girl he like. How could

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

Peter a house in Czanch. It was a precious gift, as many people

also arranged a job

Mark’s deep affection and

keeping Cecilia safe depended on those around him staying discreet and trustworthy.

Cecilia awake, casting a warm glow upon

blinked her eyes open, and there it was-the house that Mark

she held the rabbit doll he had given her close to

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

Cecilia couldn’t help but feel spoiled by him, grateful for the tender

his kindness, Cecilia had the

she ended up burning the food in the frying pan. Defeated, she decided to opt for take-out

day, as the clock struck four, Mark returned from a

the table set for dinner, he playfully teased

him her nicked finger and tears welled up in her

he scolded her gently and he carefully bandaged her wound before joining her for

sofa, exuding an air of elegance as he quietly smoked. The way he carried himself was akin to an exquisite painting, an embodiment of both intellect and

that day, where he had turned down an opportunity related to the development

desperate to take on the

was successful over four years, his future would

for the position, unswayed by

now yearned for a life with

snuggled up close

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

arms, and in a soft, hushed tone, she revealed her heartfelt desire to learn the culinary arts for his

faint yet affectionate smile

to engage in conversations about their shared dreams and aspirations, especially when it came

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, she revealed

a few fingers, proudly stating,

his head, pinching her cheek affectionately, and admiringly praised, “My Cecilia is so capable. Not everyone gets such an opportunity,

with joy, Cecilia’s heart

it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to be in the public eye as a

praised her discreetly before inquiring

hesitated, “How about

issue for her, she simply yearned

will you take care of me?”

forehead, assuring her, “Yes, I

they lived as a couple in the

her and she lovingly massaged his back and legs. At night, she found comfort in wearing

private calls but he declined any social engagements with friends like Charlie. If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom attended such events, especially with

simply say it was

gave her freedom in dealing

took Cecilia skiing and to witness the

Mark’s schedule became busier

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

a faint sound reached

couldn’t help but inquire,

replied, “I’ll

find her brother, Waylen, standing in the

scene left Cecilia

to Cecilia, pointing at a photo. “Come and have a

downstairs, her heart

the

six-month-old Alexis, whose brown hair and

Cecilia covered her mouth in awe, whispering,

touched by the fact

his pride, asserting, “She’s better off looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship. No

a gentle yet reproachful

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, will provide us with a troop of

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

elicited a laugh

recovering, but someone vital was still absent from

past midnight when Cecilia finally returned to

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

She responded him.

that moment, words were unnecessary. Their feelings for each other were understood and Alexis’ recovery brought them renewed hope for

to hide their love

held her phone close and

Cecilia that he would arrive at the apartment in an

voice was slightly hoarse, a testament to his overnight work and the early hour of his visit. Cecilia was both elated and worried for him. In a soft

her brother’s presence at home, knowing he had

in his gentle request for her

apartment entrance, serendipitously encountering each other. Peter greeted Cecilia warmly,

a cold

against the car. Mark held her close, his head lowering

to his irrational yearnings

kiss, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Do

response was

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

bashfulness, Cecilia held Mark’s hand as they

coat and tenderly caressing her body with one hand while stealing more kisses. Sex outside the bedroom was something rare for them, but today was different—his eagerness

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

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