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 cherished every moment they

felt a tinge of disappointment, Cecilia understood and appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her how much she meant to him,

sleep, she snuggled her face against his

Uncle Mark.

he was already doing so well in being a

dawn, Mark woke her up and they made love

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

of the bed, looking

cheek gently and whispered in a low, tender voice, “I’ll have dinner with you tonight before heading back to Czanch. You can spend the day here

and replied sleepily,

kissed her softly before

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

off casually. “She was in a bit of a mood, and I just coaxed her. There’s nothing to be

smile lingered on his

finding a girl he like.

envious of Mark’s happiness, secretly

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

arranged a

Mark’s deep affection and protectiveness for

those around him staying discreet and trustworthy. He valued

rays caressed Cecilia awake, casting a

it

filled her heart with joy, she held the rabbit doll he had given her close to her chest and playfully rolled around in bed, overwhelmed

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

also meticulously washed and cut 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, gestures any woman would find

to reciprocate his kindness, Cecilia had the

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

as the clock struck four, Mark returned

set for dinner, he playfully teased her

nicked finger and tears welled up

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

elegance as he quietly smoked. The way he carried

the development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project

people were desperate to take on the

successful over four years, his future would be

tempting offer, he recommended a junior for the position,

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

up close

he cast a

and in a soft,

a faint yet affectionate smile graced Mark’s

in conversations about their shared dreams and

her face against his sturdy abdomen, her delicate fingers gently toying with the buttons of his shirt.

extended a few

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

with joy,

his reservations. Considering their impending marriage, he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to be in the public eye as a commercial

he praised her discreetly

the young girl hesitated, “How

for her,

will you take care of

forehead, assuring her, “Yes, I

couple in the lap of luxury within

almost every week and their time together was filled with moments of intimacy and affection. He cooked for her and she lovingly massaged

received private calls but he declined any social engagements with friends like Charlie. If any were necessary, his

about these gatherings, to which Mark would simply say it

freedom in dealing with her own friends,

took Cecilia skiing and to witness the mesmerizing aurora, making that period the sweetest

busier and they hadn’t

to him on the

background, a faint sound reached Mark’s

couldn’t help

mother’s voice, Cecilia replied, “I’ll go

her brother, Waylen, standing in the hall,

scene left

her tears, called out to Cecilia, pointing at a

ran downstairs,

revealed the

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

by the image, Cecilia covered her mouth

with joy, Juliette continued to cry, touched by the fact that her granddaughter was safe and

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

gentle yet reproachful

to console her. “Look, our 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 with a troop of

are you comparing my brother to a

words elicited a laugh

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

midnight when Cecilia finally

a call from him. The night was hushed,

She responded him.

were unnecessary. Their feelings for each other were understood and

needed to hide their love in

held her phone close and drifted

Mark, informing Cecilia that he

was slightly hoarse, a testament to his overnight work and the early hour of his visit. Cecilia was both elated and worried for him.

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

agreed, his concern evident in his gentle request for her to drive

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

was a cold

with emotion, Cecilia rushed into his arms, playfully pushing him against the

was not a barrier to his

lingering kiss, he asked in a hoarse

response was a

put away. I’ll pick you up at two

bashfulness, Cecilia held Mark’s hand as

one hand while stealing more kisses. Sex outside the

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

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