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,

Mark showed her

her face

Uncle Mark.

already doing so well in being a

woke her up and they made love twice, leaving her feeling sleepy and

took a shower, prepared breakfast and lunch for her, instructing her to just heat the meals

edge of the

you

and replied

kissed her softly before

Mark, “Cooking and doing laundry for

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

smile lingered

a girl he like. How

envious of Mark’s happiness, secretly wishing he

house in Czanch. It was a precious gift,

a job

demonstrated Mark’s deep affection and protectiveness for

knew that keeping Cecilia safe depended on those around him staying discreet and trustworthy. He valued her

sun’s noon rays caressed Cecilia awake, casting a

there it was-the house that Mark

had given her close to her chest and playfully rolled around in bed,

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

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 from his elevated position in life,

to reciprocate his kindness, Cecilia had

she ended up

the clock struck four, Mark

for dinner, he playfully teased her

then showed him her nicked finger and

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

quietly smoked. The way he carried himself was akin

related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project

people were desperate to

over four years, his future would be

for the position, unswayed by the allure of wealth

yearned

up close to

last wisp of smoke from Mark’s extinguished cigarette dissipated, he cast a contemplative gaze at her. “Will you grace us with your cooking next

in a soft,

a faint yet affectionate

of melancholy danced 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

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, she revealed a recent development, “A few days ago,

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

head, pinching her cheek affectionately, and admiringly praised,

with joy, Cecilia’s

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

her discreetly

hesitated, “How

money wasn’t an issue for her,

will you take care of me?” she

kissed her forehead, assuring her, “Yes, I will always take care of

couple in the lap of luxury within their beautiful

together was filled 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

any social engagements with friends like Charlie. If any were necessary, his assistant Peter

which Mark would simply say

her freedom in dealing with her own friends, trusting

witness the mesmerizing

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

to him on the phone, playfully coquetting

the background, a faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound

help

mother’s voice, Cecilia replied,

ending the call, Cecilia hurried downstairs, only to find her brother, Waylen, standing in the hall, comforted by their weeping

scene left

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

downstairs,

revealed the photo to

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

her mouth in

fact that her granddaughter was safe

looking like her mother. If she resembled

cast a gentle yet reproachful glance at her

us look forward to the future with optimism. I’m sure Waylen, with his capabilities, will provide us with a troop of

her disapproval, “Dad, are you comparing my brother to

a laugh

of sadness lingered. Alexis was recovering, but someone vital was still absent from the family—the thought of Rena weighed

midnight when Cecilia finally

photo of Alexis to Mark and, after a while, she received a

She responded him.

each other were understood and Alexis’

to hide

her phone close and drifted

a call from Mark, informing Cecilia

his visit. Cecilia was both elated and worried for him. In a soft tone, she insisted, “I’ll drive

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

evident in his gentle request for her

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

was a cold

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

was not a barrier to

lingering kiss, he asked in

was a resounding

entrance with a smile. “Everything is put

of bashfulness, Cecilia held Mark’s hand as they ascended the stairs

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

the embrace of their love, they took their time to intimately connect, savoring

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