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.”

only night together, he cherished every moment they

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

drifted off to sleep, she snuggled her face against

Uncle Mark.

he was already doing so well in being a loving

her up and they made love twice, leaving

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

of the bed, looking at Cecilia, who was

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

Cecilia nodded and replied

her softly before

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

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

lingered on

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

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

gifted Peter a house in Czanch. It was a precious gift, as many people couldn’t

a job for the

gestures demonstrated Mark’s deep affection and

those around him staying

awake, casting a warm glow upon

eyes open, and there it was-the house

given her close to

sky, she got up and found the

but feel spoiled by him, grateful for the tender gestures that

his kindness, Cecilia had the intention of

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

as the clock

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

showed him her nicked finger

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

he quietly smoked. The way he carried

mind drifted to the meeting earlier that day, where he had turned down an opportunity related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project that could revolutionize aerospace

to take

successful over four years, his

junior for the position, unswayed by the allure

his priorities had shifted—he now yearned for a

snuggled up close to

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

refuge in his loving arms, and in a soft, hushed tone, she revealed her heartfelt desire to learn the culinary arts

her earnestness, a faint yet affectionate smile graced Mark’s

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

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 me to become

grace, Cecilia extended a few fingers,

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

with joy, Cecilia’s heart

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

her discreetly before

hesitated, “How about I decline the

an issue for her, she

care of me?” she

her, “Yes, I will always take care of

couple in the lap of luxury within

their time together was filled with moments of intimacy and affection. He cooked for her and she lovingly massaged his back and

like Charlie. If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom

inquired about these gatherings, to which Mark would simply say it was not

dealing with her own friends,

and to witness the mesmerizing aurora, making that period the

Mark’s schedule became busier and they hadn’t seen each other for several

on her bed, talking to him

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

couldn’t help but inquire, “What’s

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

brother, Waylen, standing in the hall, comforted by

left

out to Cecilia, pointing at

downstairs, her

revealed the

and flawless skin made her utterly adorable like a baby

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

by the fact

mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship. No

yet reproachful glance at

voice softened, attempting 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

help but express her disapproval, “Dad, are you

words elicited a laugh

even amid the laughter, a tinge of sadness lingered. Alexis was recovering, but someone vital was still absent from

was well past midnight when Cecilia

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

She responded him.

were understood and Alexis’ recovery brought them renewed hope for

needed to hide their love in

close and drifted

morning brought a call from Mark, informing Cecilia

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

brother’s presence at home,

his gentle request for her to drive

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

a cold winter

the car. Mark held her

to

in a hoarse

response was a resounding

“Everything is put away. I’ll

held Mark’s hand as they ascended

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

took their

had never