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

of disappointment, Cecilia understood and appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her how

off to sleep, she snuggled her face against

Uncle Mark.

already doing so well in

they made love twice, leaving her feeling

a shower, prepared breakfast and lunch for her,

the bed,

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

nodded and

kissed her softly

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

was in a bit of a mood, and

smile lingered on

who finally finding a girl he like. How could Peter not

of Mark’s happiness,

Peter a house in Czanch. It was a precious

a job for the

deep affection and protectiveness for

staying discreet and trustworthy. He valued her safety

rays caressed Cecilia awake, casting a warm glow upon her

blinked her eyes open, and there it was-the

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

sky, she got up

help but feel spoiled by him, grateful

reciprocate his kindness, Cecilia had

skills proved to be less than perfect and, despite her best efforts, she ended up burning the food

clock

the table set for dinner, he playfully teased

him her nicked finger

gently and he carefully bandaged her wound before joining her for

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,

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 the

it was successful over four years,

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

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

up

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

bent down, seeking refuge in his loving arms, and in a soft, hushed tone, she revealed her

faint yet affectionate

to engage in conversations about their shared dreams and aspirations, especially when it came to building a beautiful future as a

nuzzled her face against his sturdy abdomen, her delicate fingers gently toying with the buttons of his shirt. In a soft, almost timid whisper, she revealed a recent development, “A few days ago, a magazine approached

a few fingers, proudly stating,

and admiringly praised, “My Cecilia

with joy, Cecilia’s

marriage, he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to be in

discreetly before inquiring about the

hesitated, “How

her, she

will you take care of

assuring her, “Yes, I will always take

they lived as a couple in

every week 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

with friends like Charlie. If any were necessary, his

Mark would simply say it was not

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

to witness the mesmerizing aurora, making that period the sweetest

busier and

the distance, Cecilia laid on her bed, talking to him on

sound reached

Mark couldn’t help but inquire, “What’s

replied, “I’ll go downstairs

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

scene left

her tears, called out to Cecilia, pointing at a photo. “Come and have

downstairs,

the

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

covered her mouth in awe, whispering, “She looks just like

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

asserting, “She’s better off looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for

yet

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

are you comparing my brother to a mere breeding

elicited a

lingered. Alexis was recovering, but someone vital was still absent from the family—the thought of Rena weighed on Korbyn’s

when

a while, she received a call from him. The night was hushed, and all he whispered was her

She responded him.

were understood and Alexis’ recovery

they no longer needed to hide their love in

close and drifted off to

Mark, informing Cecilia that he would arrive

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,

concern evident in his gentle request for her

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

a cold winter

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

not a barrier to

a lingering kiss, he asked in a hoarse voice,

was a

a smile. “Everything is put

of bashfulness, Cecilia held Mark’s hand as they ascended the stairs

stealing more kisses. Sex outside the bedroom was something rare for them, but today was different—his eagerness led

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

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