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

showed her how much she meant

snuggled her face

Uncle Mark.

already doing so well

made love twice, leaving

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

edge of the bed,

in a low, tender voice, “I’ll have dinner with you tonight before heading

and replied

her

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

in a bit of a

lingered on his

Mark who finally finding a girl he

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

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

Mark also arranged a job for the driver’s

deep affection and protectiveness

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

Cecilia awake, casting a warm glow upon her

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

with joy, she held the rabbit doll he had given her

higher in the sky, she got up and found

feel spoiled by him, grateful for the tender gestures that came from his elevated position in life, gestures any woman would find

to reciprocate his kindness, Cecilia had

than perfect and, despite her best efforts, she ended up burning the food in the frying

in the day, as the clock struck four, Mark returned from

set for dinner, he playfully teased her about ordering take-out

him her nicked finger and tears welled

as he scolded her gently and he

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

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

people were desperate to take on

years, his

the position, unswayed by the allure of wealth

had shifted—he now yearned for a life

up

cast a contemplative gaze at her. “Will you grace us

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 his

her earnestness, a faint yet

the opportunity to engage in conversations about their shared dreams and aspirations, especially when it came to building

his sturdy abdomen, her delicate fingers gently toying with

Cecilia extended a few fingers,

lowered his head, pinching her cheek affectionately, and admiringly praised, “My Cecilia is so capable.

joy, Cecilia’s

be appropriate for her to be in the public eye as a commercial

he praised her discreetly

“How about I decline

issue for her, she

will you take care

kissed her forehead, assuring her, “Yes, I

as a couple in the

was filled with moments of intimacy and affection. He cooked for her and she lovingly

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 say it

dealing with her own friends, trusting her

witness the mesmerizing aurora, making that period the

became busier

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

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

couldn’t help but

voice, Cecilia replied, “I’ll go

only to find her brother, Waylen, standing in the

left

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

ran downstairs, her heart

the

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

by the image, Cecilia covered her mouth in awe, whispering,

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

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

gentle yet reproachful glance at her

to console her. “Look, our granddaughter is perfectly fine. You don’t need to cry every day. Let us

couldn’t help but express her disapproval, “Dad, are you

elicited a

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

when Cecilia finally returned to

photo of Alexis to Mark and, after a while, she received a call from him. The night was hushed, and all he whispered

She responded him.

unnecessary. Their feelings for each other were understood and Alexis’ recovery brought them

longer needed to hide

phone close

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

Cecilia was both elated and worried

she was mindful of her brother’s presence at

evident in his gentle request

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

was a

his arms, playfully pushing him against the

was not a barrier to his irrational yearnings in this

in a hoarse voice,

response was a

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

Mark’s hand as

the house, Mark couldn’t 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 him to

love, they took their time to intimately connect,

was an unparalleled experience, a profound and passionate intimacy she had never encountered before. Wrapped in his