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.”

their only night together, he cherished every moment they

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

off to sleep, she snuggled her face against

Uncle Mark.

already doing so well in being a

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

energy. He took a shower, prepared breakfast and lunch for her,

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

dinner with you tonight before heading back to Czanch. You can spend the day here

and

her softly before

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

pants and played it off casually. “She was in a bit of a mood, and I just coaxed her. There’s

smile lingered on his

felt happy for Mark who finally finding a girl he like. How could Peter not share

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

It was a precious gift, as many people couldn’t afford properties in that

Mark also arranged a job for the driver’s

Mark’s deep

depended on those around him staying discreet and trustworthy. He valued her safety above all else.

Cecilia awake, casting a

it was-the house that Mark had bestowed upon

given her close to her chest and playfully rolled

in the sky, she got

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 would find

Cecilia had the intention of cooking

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

in the day, as the clock struck

table set for dinner, he playfully teased

her nicked finger and tears welled up in her

he carefully bandaged her wound

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

where he had turned down an opportunity related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project that could revolutionize aerospace technology and

to take on

was successful over four years, his future

recommended a junior for the position, unswayed

now yearned for a life with Cecilia, a life

snuggled up

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

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 culinary arts for

a faint yet affectionate smile

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

help 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

few fingers, proudly stating, “It’s

admiringly praised, “My Cecilia is

with joy, Cecilia’s

impending marriage, he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to be in the public eye

he praised her discreetly before inquiring about the

hesitated, “How about I decline the

for her, she simply yearned

take care of

“Yes, I will always

lived as a couple in the lap of luxury within

affection. He cooked for her and she lovingly massaged his

declined any social engagements with friends like Charlie. If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom attended such

Mark would simply say it was not appropriate

gave her freedom in dealing with

skiing and to witness the mesmerizing

the year end approached, Mark’s schedule became busier and

laid on her bed, talking to him on

faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the

Mark couldn’t help but inquire, “What’s

replied, “I’ll

only to find her brother, Waylen,

scene left

Cecilia, pointing at

downstairs,

revealed the

a picture of six-month-old Alexis, whose brown hair and flawless skin made

mouth in awe,

touched by the fact that her granddaughter was safe and sound and so

like her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship.

gentle yet reproachful glance

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

“Dad, are you comparing my brother to

a laugh

lingered. Alexis was recovering, but someone vital was still absent from the family—the

well past midnight when

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

She responded him.

for each other were understood and Alexis’

needed to hide their love

close and

a call from Mark, informing Cecilia that he would

and the early hour of his visit. Cecilia was both elated and worried for him. In

her brother’s presence

agreed, his concern evident in his

serendipitously encountering each other. Peter greeted

a cold winter

his arms, playfully pushing him against the

was not a barrier to his

kiss, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Do you miss

response was a

a smile. “Everything is put away. I’ll pick you

Cecilia held Mark’s hand as they ascended

her body with one hand while stealing more kisses. Sex outside the bedroom was something rare for them,

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

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