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.”

night together, he cherished every moment they

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

drifted off to sleep, she snuggled her face

Uncle Mark.

doing so well in

they made love twice, leaving her

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

edge of the bed, looking

tender voice, “I’ll have dinner with you tonight before heading back to Czanch. You can spend the day here and wait for

Cecilia nodded and replied

kissed her softly before

Peter couldn’t help but tease Mark, “Cooking and doing laundry

was in a bit of a mood, and I just coaxed her. There’s

lingered

girl he like. How could Peter not share

Peter was a bit envious of Mark’s happiness, secretly

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

arranged a job for the driver’s

deep affection and protectiveness

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

Cecilia awake, casting

it was-the house

filled her heart with joy, she held the rabbit doll he had given her close to her

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

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

Cecilia had the

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

the clock struck four, Mark returned from

dinner, he playfully teased her about ordering take-out instead cooking something

nicked finger and tears welled up in her

her gently and he carefully bandaged her wound before joining

elegance as he quietly smoked. The way

down an opportunity related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project that could revolutionize aerospace technology and advance the country’s military

to

over four years, his

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

had shifted—he now yearned for a life with Cecilia,

snuggled up

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

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 culinary arts for

faint yet

his eyes, he welcomed the opportunity to engage in conversations

solace, she nuzzled her face against his sturdy abdomen, her

few fingers, proudly stating, “It’s paid

lowered his head, pinching her cheek affectionately, and admiringly praised, “My Cecilia is so capable. Not everyone gets such

with joy, Cecilia’s heart

marriage, he felt it wouldn’t be

discreetly

girl hesitated, “How about I decline

wasn’t an issue for her, she simply yearned

you take care of me?” she asked

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

so, they lived as a couple in the

time together was filled with moments of intimacy and affection. He cooked for her and she lovingly massaged his back

necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom attended such events, especially with Cecilia, as he deemed them unsuitable for

inquired about these gatherings, to which Mark would simply say it

he gave her freedom in dealing with her own friends, trusting

the mesmerizing aurora, making

Mark’s schedule became busier and they hadn’t seen

laid on her bed, talking to him on the phone, playfully coquetting like a

reached Mark’s ears—the

help but

replied, “I’ll go

downstairs, only to find her brother,

scene left

Cecilia, pointing at a photo. “Come and

ran downstairs,

the photo to

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

mouth in awe,

cry, touched by the fact that her granddaughter was safe and sound

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

gentle yet reproachful glance

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 with a troop of

but express her disapproval, “Dad, are you comparing my brother to a mere breeding

elicited a laugh from

the laughter, a tinge of sadness lingered. Alexis was recovering, but someone vital was still

well past midnight when Cecilia finally returned to her

to Mark and, after a while, she received a call from

She responded him.

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

to hide their

held her phone close and drifted off

call from Mark, informing Cecilia that

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

her brother’s presence at home, knowing he had a

agreed, his concern evident in his gentle

simultaneously, they reached the apartment entrance, serendipitously encountering each other. Peter

a cold winter

emotion, Cecilia rushed into his arms, playfully pushing him against the car. Mark held her close, his head lowering to

not a barrier to his irrational yearnings in

lingering kiss, he asked in a hoarse voice,

was

at the entrance with a smile. “Everything is put away. I’ll pick

held Mark’s hand as they ascended the stairs

contain 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

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

experience, a profound and passionate intimacy she had never encountered before.