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.”

together, he

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

snuggled her face against his neck,

Uncle Mark.

doing so well in

up and they made love twice, leaving her feeling

however, was full of energy. He took a shower, prepared breakfast and

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

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 wait

Cecilia nodded and replied sleepily,

her

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

his straight suit pants and played it off casually. “She was in a bit of a mood, and I

lingered on

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

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

Peter a house in Czanch. It was a

also arranged a job for the driver’s

Mark’s deep affection

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

noon rays caressed Cecilia awake, casting

she blinked her eyes open, and there it was-the house that Mark had bestowed

given her close to her chest and playfully rolled around in bed, overwhelmed with

in the sky, she got up and found the breakfast Mark had

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

reciprocate his kindness, Cecilia had

and, despite her best efforts, she ended up burning the food

as the clock struck four, Mark returned from a

playfully teased her about ordering take-out

him her nicked finger and tears

and he carefully bandaged her wound before

he quietly smoked. The way he carried himself was akin to an

to the development of

to take on

was successful over four years, his future would

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

his priorities had shifted—he now yearned for a life with Cecilia, a life of family and

snuggled up

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

in a soft, hushed tone, she revealed her heartfelt desire

yet

melancholy danced in the depths of his eyes, he welcomed the opportunity to engage in conversations about their shared dreams and aspirations, especially when it came to building a beautiful future as 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

a few fingers, proudly stating,

pinching her cheek affectionately, and admiringly praised, “My

joy,

reservations. Considering their impending marriage, he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to

discreetly before inquiring

the young girl hesitated, “How about I

for her, she simply

will you take care of me?” she asked

forehead, assuring her, “Yes, I will always take care

as a couple in the lap of luxury

and their time together was filled with moments of intimacy and affection. He cooked for her and she lovingly massaged his back and legs. At night, she found comfort in wearing his shirt and

any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom attended such events, especially with Cecilia, as he

Mark would simply say it was not appropriate

dealing with her

their free time, Mark took Cecilia skiing and to witness the mesmerizing aurora, making that period the sweetest

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

bed, talking to him on the phone,

reached Mark’s ears—the

help but

mother’s voice, Cecilia replied,

call, Cecilia hurried downstairs, only to find her brother, Waylen, standing in

scene left Cecilia

out to Cecilia, pointing at a photo. “Come and

ran downstairs,

revealed the photo

six-month-old Alexis, whose brown hair and flawless skin made her

by the image, Cecilia covered her mouth

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

looking like her mother. If she resembled

cast a gentle yet reproachful glance at

us look forward to the future with optimism. I’m sure Waylen, with his capabilities, will provide us with a troop

are you comparing my brother

a

recovering, but someone vital

was well past midnight when Cecilia finally returned

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

She responded him.

for each other were understood and Alexis’ recovery

they no longer needed to hide

her phone close and

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

his overnight work and the early hour of his visit. Cecilia was both elated and worried for him. In a soft tone, she

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

agreed, his concern evident in his gentle request for her

apartment entrance, serendipitously encountering each other. Peter greeted Cecilia warmly, carrying

a cold winter

into his arms, playfully pushing him against the car. Mark held her

to

he asked in a hoarse

was

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

Mark’s hand as they

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

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

was an unparalleled experience, a profound and passionate intimacy she had never encountered before. Wrapped in his strong arms, her eyes sparkled with infatuation for