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 cherished every moment they

a tinge of disappointment, Cecilia understood and appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her how much she

sleep, she snuggled her face against

Uncle Mark.

so well in being a

dawn, Mark woke her up and they made love twice,

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

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

voice, “I’ll have dinner with you tonight before heading

nodded and replied sleepily,

kissed her

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

in a bit of a mood, and I just coaxed her. There’s nothing to be

smile lingered on

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

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

of contemplation, Mark generously gifted Peter a house in Czanch. It was a precious gift, as many people

Mark also arranged a job for

demonstrated Mark’s deep affection and protectiveness for

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

rays caressed Cecilia awake, casting a warm glow

and there it was-the house that Mark had bestowed upon

he had given her close to her chest and playfully rolled

sky, she got up

fruits were also meticulously washed and cut into bite-size, a testament to his caring nature. Cecilia couldn’t help but feel spoiled by him, grateful for the tender gestures that came from his

his kindness, Cecilia had the intention

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

day, as the clock struck four, Mark returned

dinner, he playfully teased

finger

scolded her gently and he carefully

way he carried himself was akin to an exquisite painting, an embodiment of both intellect

earlier that day, where he had turned down an opportunity related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project that

desperate to

it was successful over four years, his future would be

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

shifted—he now yearned for

snuggled up close to

cigarette dissipated, he cast a contemplative

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

earnestness, a faint yet affectionate smile

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

considerable time in Mark’s company, Cecilia couldn’t help but feel a pang 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

grace, Cecilia extended a few fingers, proudly stating,

praised, “My Cecilia is so capable. Not everyone gets

joy, Cecilia’s

marriage, he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate for

he praised her discreetly

girl hesitated, “How

for her, she simply yearned for

will you take care

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

in the

affection. He cooked for her and she lovingly massaged his back and legs. At night, she found comfort in wearing his

were necessary, his

Mark would simply say it was

her freedom in dealing

took Cecilia skiing and to witness the

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

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

reached Mark’s

couldn’t help but

mother’s voice, Cecilia replied,

find her brother, Waylen, standing in the hall,

left

pointing at a photo. “Come and have

downstairs, her heart

revealed the photo

picture of six-month-old Alexis, whose brown hair and

Cecilia covered her mouth in awe,

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

teary-eyed, maintained his pride, asserting, “She’s better off looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship. No man would dare marry her when she

gentle yet reproachful glance at her

to cry every day. Let us look forward to the future with optimism. I’m sure Waylen, with his capabilities, will provide us with

but express her disapproval, “Dad, are you comparing my brother to

words elicited a laugh from

someone vital was still

well past midnight when

she received a

She responded him.

were understood and Alexis’ recovery brought them

to hide

close

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

slightly hoarse, a testament to his overnight work and the early hour of his visit. Cecilia was both elated

of her brother’s presence at home, knowing

evident in his gentle request

serendipitously encountering each other. Peter

was a cold

pushing him against the car. Mark held her close, his head lowering to kiss her

barrier to

he asked in a hoarse voice,

response was a

a smile. “Everything is put away. I’ll pick you up at

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

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 for them, but

they took

profound and passionate intimacy she had never encountered before. Wrapped