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.”

being their only night together, he cherished every moment

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

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

Uncle Mark.

already doing so well in being a loving

her up and they made love twice, leaving her

however, was full of energy. He took a shower, prepared breakfast and lunch

the edge of the bed, looking

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

nodded and replied

kissed her softly before

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

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

smile lingered

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

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

in Czanch. It was a precious

a job

Mark’s deep affection and protectiveness

knew that keeping Cecilia safe depended on those around him staying discreet

awake,

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

held the rabbit doll he had given her close to

higher in the sky, she got up and found

bite-size, a testament to his caring nature. Cecilia couldn’t help but feel spoiled by him, grateful for the tender gestures that came from his elevated position in life, gestures any woman

to reciprocate his kindness, Cecilia had

perfect and, despite her best efforts, she ended up burning the food in the frying pan. Defeated, she decided to opt for take-out

in the day, as the clock struck

playfully teased

him her nicked finger and tears welled

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

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

the meeting earlier that day, where he had turned down an opportunity related to the development of a groundbreaking new

to take on the

four years, his future would be

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

regrets, for his priorities had shifted—he now yearned for a life

snuggled up close

he cast a contemplative gaze at her. “Will you grace us with your cooking next

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

faint yet

melancholy danced in the depths of his eyes, he welcomed the opportunity to engage in conversations

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 timid whisper,

few fingers,

affectionately, and admiringly praised, “My Cecilia is so capable.

with joy, Cecilia’s heart

felt it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to be in

praised her discreetly before inquiring about the

the young girl hesitated, “How about

issue for her, she simply yearned for

care of

her forehead, assuring her, “Yes, I

they lived as a couple in the lap of luxury within

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

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

inquired about these gatherings, to which Mark would simply

her freedom in dealing with her own friends, trusting

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

the year end approached, Mark’s schedule became busier

the distance, Cecilia laid on her bed, talking to

background, a faint sound reached Mark’s

Mark couldn’t help but inquire,

Cecilia replied, “I’ll

downstairs, only to find her brother, Waylen, standing in the

scene left Cecilia

amidst her tears, called out to Cecilia, pointing at a

ran downstairs, her

revealed the

whose brown hair and

Cecilia covered her mouth in awe, whispering, “She

with joy, Juliette continued to cry, touched by the fact that her granddaughter was

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

gentle yet reproachful glance at

need to cry every day. Let us look forward to the future with optimism. I’m sure Waylen, with his

disapproval, “Dad, are

a laugh

Alexis was recovering, but someone

when

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

She responded him.

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

longer needed to hide their love

her phone close and drifted

call from Mark, informing Cecilia that he

his visit. Cecilia was both elated and worried for him. In a soft tone, she insisted, “I’ll drive there myself. Don’t come

of her brother’s presence

his concern evident in his

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

was a

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

to his

asked in a hoarse voice, “Do you

was

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

of bashfulness, Cecilia held Mark’s hand as

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 time to intimately connect, savoring

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