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,

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

off to sleep, she snuggled her face against his neck, feeling safe and

Uncle Mark.

so well in being a

woke her up and they made

was full of energy. He took a shower, prepared breakfast and lunch for her, instructing her to

he sat at the edge of the bed,

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

nodded and replied sleepily,

her softly before

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

it off casually. “She was in a

smile lingered on his

a girl he like. How could Peter

envious of Mark’s happiness, secretly wishing he could

a moment of contemplation, Mark generously gifted Peter a house in Czanch. It was a precious gift, as many

Mark also arranged a job for the

Mark’s deep

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

sun’s noon rays caressed Cecilia awake, casting

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

doll he had given her close to her

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

into bite-size, a testament to his caring nature. Cecilia couldn’t help but feel spoiled by him, grateful for the

had the

efforts, she ended

the day, as the clock struck

the table set for dinner, he playfully teased her about ordering take-out instead cooking something

him her nicked finger and tears

he scolded her gently and he

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

he had turned down an opportunity related to the development

desperate to take on the

it was successful over four years, his

he recommended a junior for the

no regrets, for his priorities had shifted—he now yearned for a life with Cecilia, a life

up close to

smoke from Mark’s extinguished cigarette dissipated, he cast a contemplative gaze at her. “Will you

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

faint yet affectionate smile graced

opportunity to engage in conversations about

a job. Seeking solace, she nuzzled her face against his sturdy abdomen, her delicate

grace, Cecilia extended a few

cheek affectionately, and admiringly praised, “My Cecilia is so capable. Not everyone gets

joy,

he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate

praised her discreetly before inquiring about

young girl hesitated, “How

issue for her, she simply yearned

will you take care of me?” she

lovingly kissed her forehead, assuring her, “Yes, I will

they lived as a couple in the

and she lovingly massaged his back and legs. At night,

like Charlie. If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark

Mark would simply say it was not

in dealing with her own

free time, Mark took Cecilia skiing and to witness the

busier and they hadn’t seen each

to him on the phone, playfully coquetting like

a faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound

couldn’t help but inquire,

Cecilia replied, “I’ll go downstairs

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

left Cecilia

pointing

downstairs,

the

hair and flawless

mouth in awe, whispering, “She looks just like

touched by the fact that her granddaughter

teary-eyed, maintained his pride, asserting, “She’s better off looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d

cast a gentle yet

cry every day. Let us look forward to

are you comparing

elicited a laugh

tinge of sadness lingered. Alexis was recovering, but someone vital was still absent from

midnight when Cecilia finally returned

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

She responded him.

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

longer needed to

held her phone close and drifted

brought a call from Mark, informing Cecilia that he would arrive at the

hour of his visit. Cecilia was both

presence at home, knowing he had

his concern evident in his

Peter greeted Cecilia warmly,

was a cold

emotion, Cecilia rushed into his arms, playfully pushing him against the car. Mark

was not a barrier to his irrational yearnings

he asked in a hoarse voice, “Do you miss

response was a resounding

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

Mark’s

one hand while stealing more kisses. Sex outside the bedroom was something rare for

took their

a profound and passionate intimacy she had never encountered