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

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

to sleep, she snuggled her face

Uncle Mark.

so

made love twice, leaving her feeling

He took a shower, prepared breakfast and

edge of the

have dinner with you tonight before heading back to Czanch. You can spend

nodded and replied

kissed her softly before

tease Mark, “Cooking

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

lingered

Mark who finally finding a girl

Peter was a bit envious of Mark’s happiness,

house in Czanch. It was a precious gift, as many people couldn’t afford properties in

arranged a job for the driver’s

demonstrated Mark’s deep affection

on those around him staying

awake, casting a warm glow upon her

open, and there it was-the house that Mark had

rabbit doll he had given her close to her

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

Cecilia couldn’t help but feel spoiled by him, grateful for the tender gestures that came from his elevated position

reciprocate his kindness, Cecilia had the intention of cooking dinner

best efforts, she ended up burning the food in

day, as the clock struck four, Mark returned from

dinner, he playfully teased her about

her nicked finger and tears welled

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

smoked. The way he carried himself was akin to an exquisite painting, an embodiment of

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

were desperate to

four years,

offer, he recommended a junior for the position, unswayed by the allure

for his priorities had shifted—he now yearned for

snuggled up

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

a soft, hushed tone, she revealed her heartfelt desire to learn the culinary

a faint yet affectionate smile graced

the opportunity to engage in conversations about their shared dreams and

pang of shame over her lack of a job. Seeking solace, she nuzzled her face against his sturdy abdomen, her delicate fingers gently toying

Cecilia extended a few fingers, proudly stating, “It’s

her cheek affectionately, and admiringly praised, “My Cecilia

joy, Cecilia’s

be appropriate

praised her discreetly before inquiring

the young girl hesitated, “How

wasn’t an issue for her,

will you take care of

“Yes,

so, they lived as a couple in the lap of

affection. He cooked for her and she lovingly massaged his back and legs. At night, she found comfort in wearing his shirt and snuggling into

like Charlie. If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom attended such events,

these gatherings, to which Mark would simply

in dealing with her

Cecilia skiing and to witness the mesmerizing aurora,

Mark’s schedule became busier and they hadn’t

talking to him on the

sound reached Mark’s ears—the

Mark couldn’t help but

her mother’s voice, Cecilia replied, “I’ll go downstairs to

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

scene left

out to Cecilia, pointing at a photo. “Come

ran downstairs, her heart

revealed the photo to

six-month-old Alexis, whose brown hair and flawless skin made her utterly adorable like

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

to cry, touched by the fact that her granddaughter was safe

looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship. No man

yet

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

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

words elicited a laugh

was recovering, but someone vital was still absent from the family—the thought of Rena weighed on

was well past midnight when Cecilia finally returned to

received a call

She responded him.

moment, words were unnecessary. Their feelings for each other were understood

to hide

held her phone close and

Mark, informing Cecilia that he would

work and the early hour of his visit. Cecilia was both

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

agreed, his concern evident in his gentle request

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

a cold winter

arms, playfully pushing him against the car. Mark

barrier to

kiss, he asked in a hoarse voice,

response was a

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

a touch of bashfulness, Cecilia held Mark’s hand as they

his desire, immediately removing her 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 led him to

their love, they took their

passionate intimacy she had never encountered before. Wrapped in his