A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Chapter 1181-1190
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.”
their only night together, he cherished every moment they
Cecilia understood and appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her how much she meant
off to sleep, she snuggled her face
Uncle Mark.
already doing so well in being a loving
up and they made love
breakfast and lunch
he sat at the edge of the bed,
whispered in a low, tender voice, “I’ll have dinner with you tonight before heading back
and replied sleepily,
her softly
the car, Peter couldn’t help but tease Mark, “Cooking and doing laundry for a young girl, and
pants and played it off casually. “She was in a bit of a mood, and I just coaxed her. There’s nothing to be
smile lingered
who finally finding a girl
Mark’s happiness, secretly wishing he could find someone special
a moment of contemplation, Mark generously gifted Peter a house in Czanch. It was a precious gift, as many people couldn’t afford properties in
also arranged a job for the
demonstrated Mark’s deep affection and
those around him staying discreet and
noon rays caressed Cecilia awake, casting a
blinked her eyes open, and there it was-the house that
with joy, she held the rabbit doll he had given her close to her chest and playfully
in the sky, she got up and found
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
reciprocate his kindness, Cecilia had the intention of cooking dinner
proved to be less than perfect and, despite her best efforts, she ended up burning the food in the frying pan. Defeated,
clock
table set for dinner, he playfully teased
her nicked finger and tears
softened as he scolded her gently and he carefully bandaged her wound before joining her for
he quietly smoked. The way he carried himself was akin to an exquisite painting, an embodiment
down an opportunity related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project that could revolutionize aerospace technology and advance the country’s
people were desperate to take on
successful over four years, his future
he recommended a junior for the position, unswayed by the
his priorities had shifted—he now yearned for a life with Cecilia,
snuggled up close to
cigarette dissipated, he cast a contemplative gaze at her. “Will you grace us with your cooking
in a soft, hushed tone, she revealed
earnestness, a faint yet affectionate smile graced Mark’s
of melancholy danced in the depths of his eyes, he welcomed the opportunity to engage in conversations about their shared dreams and aspirations, especially
lack of a job. Seeking solace, she 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
Cecilia extended a few fingers,
cheek affectionately, and admiringly praised, “My Cecilia is so capable. Not everyone gets such an opportunity,
with joy,
impending marriage, he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to be in the public eye as a commercial
praised her discreetly before inquiring
hesitated, “How about I decline the
her, she simply yearned for Mark’s kind
care of me?” she asked
her, “Yes, I will always
lived as a couple in the lap of
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
necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom attended such events, especially with Cecilia, as he deemed
gatherings, to which Mark would simply say
he gave her freedom in dealing with
Mark took Cecilia skiing and to witness the mesmerizing aurora,
busier and they hadn’t seen each other for
her bed, talking to him on the phone, playfully
the background, a faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound
help but inquire,
her mother’s voice, Cecilia replied, “I’ll go
only to find her brother, Waylen, standing
scene left
her tears, called out to Cecilia, pointing at a photo.
ran downstairs, her
the
was a picture of six-month-old Alexis, whose brown hair and flawless skin made her utterly adorable like a baby
the image, Cecilia covered her mouth in awe, whispering, “She looks
with joy, Juliette continued to cry, touched by the fact that her granddaughter was
like her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship. No man
cast a gentle yet reproachful glance at
perfectly fine. You don’t need to cry every day. Let us
but express her disapproval, “Dad, are you comparing my brother to
a laugh
was recovering, but someone vital was still absent from the family—the
past midnight when Cecilia finally returned
received a call from him.
She responded him.
were understood and Alexis’ recovery
longer needed to hide their love in
phone close and drifted
morning brought a call from Mark, informing Cecilia that he would arrive at
visit. Cecilia was both elated and worried for him. In a soft tone, she insisted, “I’ll drive there myself. Don’t come to pick me
of her brother’s presence at home,
agreed, his concern evident in his gentle request for her to drive
Peter greeted Cecilia warmly,
was a cold
arms, playfully pushing him against the car. Mark held
a barrier to his irrational yearnings
a lingering kiss, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Do
was a
smile. “Everything is put
bashfulness, Cecilia held Mark’s hand as they ascended the
his desire, immediately removing her coat and tenderly caressing her body with one hand while stealing more kisses.
embrace of their love, they took
profound and passionate intimacy she had never encountered before. Wrapped in his strong arms, her
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