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

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

to sleep, she snuggled her face against his

Uncle Mark.

fact, he was already doing so well in being

dawn, Mark woke her up and they made love

was full of energy. He took a shower, prepared breakfast and lunch for her, instructing

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

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

Cecilia nodded and

her softly before

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

“She was in a

lingered

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

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

a moment of contemplation, Mark generously gifted Peter a house in Czanch. It was

Mark also arranged a

demonstrated Mark’s deep affection

those around him staying discreet and trustworthy. He

Cecilia awake, casting a warm glow

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

the rabbit doll he had given her close to her chest

she got up and found the breakfast Mark had

a testament to his caring nature. Cecilia couldn’t help but feel spoiled

to reciprocate his kindness, Cecilia had the intention of cooking

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 opt

the day, as the clock struck four,

teased

then showed him her nicked finger and tears welled up in her

softened as he scolded her gently and he carefully bandaged

smoked. The way he carried himself was akin to an exquisite painting,

had turned down an opportunity related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project that could revolutionize aerospace technology and advance the

to take on the

successful over four years, his future

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

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

snuggled up close to

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

in a soft, hushed tone,

her earnestness, a faint yet

a hint of 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

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 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,

lowered his head, pinching her cheek affectionately, and admiringly praised, “My Cecilia is

with joy,

wouldn’t be appropriate for her to be in the

discreetly

young girl hesitated, “How about

an issue for her, she simply yearned for Mark’s

take care of me?”

“Yes, I will always take care

so, they lived as a couple in the lap of luxury within

her and she lovingly massaged his back and legs. At night,

If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them.

about these gatherings, to which Mark would simply

dealing with her own

the mesmerizing aurora,

year end approached, Mark’s schedule became busier

distance, Cecilia laid on her bed, talking to him on the phone, playfully coquetting like a little

faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound

help but inquire,

mother’s voice, Cecilia replied,

brother, Waylen, standing in the hall, comforted by their weeping

left

Cecilia, pointing at a

downstairs, her heart

revealed the photo

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

her mouth in awe, whispering,

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

resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship. No man would dare marry her when

gentle yet reproachful glance at

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

help but express her disapproval, “Dad, are you comparing my brother to a mere breeding

elicited a laugh from

but someone vital was still absent from the family—the

midnight when Cecilia finally returned

sent the photo of Alexis to Mark and, after a while, she received a call from him. The night was hushed, and all he

She responded him.

for each other were understood and

to hide their

held her phone close and drifted

informing Cecilia that he would arrive at the apartment in

voice was slightly hoarse, a testament to his overnight work and the early hour of his 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

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

in his gentle request for

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

was a cold winter

arms, playfully pushing him against the

was not a barrier to his

lingering kiss, he asked in a hoarse voice,

was a

is put away. I’ll pick you up at two o’clock

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

stealing more kisses. Sex outside the bedroom was something rare for them, but

the embrace of their love, they took their

profound and passionate intimacy she had never encountered before. Wrapped in his strong arms, her eyes