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.”

their only night together, he cherished every moment

and appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her how much

sleep, she snuggled her face against his neck, feeling

Uncle Mark.

fact, he was already doing so well in being

her up and they made

a shower, prepared breakfast and lunch for her, instructing her to just heat the meals

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

cheek gently and whispered in a low, tender voice, “I’ll have dinner with you

Cecilia nodded and replied sleepily,

her softly

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

“She was in a bit of a mood, and

smile lingered on his

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

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

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

also arranged a job for the

deep affection and protectiveness

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

rays caressed Cecilia awake, casting

there it was-the house

doll he had given her close to her chest

got

spoiled by him, grateful for the tender gestures that came from his elevated position in life, gestures any woman would

his kindness, Cecilia had the intention of cooking dinner

she ended up burning the food in the frying pan. Defeated, she

the clock struck

the table set for dinner, he playfully teased her

finger and tears welled up in

her gently and he carefully bandaged her wound before joining

exuding an air of elegance as he quietly smoked. The way

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 technology and advance the

desperate to take

four years, his future would be

a junior for the position, unswayed by

yearned for a

snuggled up close to

a contemplative gaze at her. “Will you grace us with your

down, seeking refuge in his loving arms, and in a soft, hushed

earnestness, a faint yet

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

face against his sturdy abdomen, her delicate fingers gently toying with the

few fingers, proudly

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

joy, Cecilia’s heart

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

praised her discreetly

the young girl hesitated, “How about I decline

wasn’t an issue for her, she simply yearned for Mark’s

care of me?”

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

they lived as a couple in

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

any social engagements with friends like Charlie. If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them. Mark seldom attended such events, especially with

about these gatherings, to which Mark would simply

freedom in dealing with her

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

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

bed, talking to him on the

faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound

help

replied,

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

scene left

pointing at

ran downstairs, her

the

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

by the image, Cecilia covered her mouth in awe, whispering, “She

cry, touched by the fact that her

better off looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother,

a gentle yet reproachful glance at 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

disapproval, “Dad, are you comparing my brother to a

words elicited a laugh

recovering, but someone vital was still absent from the family—the

midnight when Cecilia finally

sent the photo of Alexis to Mark and, after a while, she received a call from him. The

She responded him.

other were understood and Alexis’ recovery brought them renewed hope for

no longer needed to hide

her phone close

early morning brought a call from Mark, informing Cecilia that he would arrive at

was both elated and worried for him. In a soft tone, she insisted, “I’ll drive there myself. Don’t come to pick

of her brother’s presence

evident in his gentle request for

apartment entrance, serendipitously encountering each other. Peter greeted Cecilia

was a

emotion, Cecilia rushed into his arms, playfully pushing him against the car. Mark

barrier to

lingering kiss, he asked in a hoarse

was

“Everything is put away. I’ll pick

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

her body with one hand while stealing more kisses. Sex outside the bedroom was something rare for them, but today was different—his eagerness led him to carry her to

love, they took

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