Instead, she obediently kept him company in the study.

Occasionally, Mark would raise his head and request her assistance with fetching something, and his little girl would gleefully scurry around to fulfill his wishes.

He remained engrossed in work until the late hours of the night.

Finally, he found a moment to playfully tease his little girl, intending to make good on his earlier promise.

Just as they were about to engage in intimacy, an unexpected knock at the door disrupted their plans. Zoey's voice then carried from outside.

"Mark, you're still awake, aren't you? I've brought you some late night snack!”

The atmosphere in the room tensed as she started twisting the doorknob.

The two people on the bed were slightly stiff.

Wide-eyed, Cecilia whispered, "What should we do?"

Thinking quickly, Mark tucked her into the quilt, discreetly hiding her slippers under the bed. He then positioned himself on the bed, feigning sleep.

Zoey entered the room, addressing her son, "Are you going to bed?"

Mark smiled and replied, “Yes, I've had a busy day!"

Zoey took a seat.

The prolonged conversation with the mother and son left Cecilia feeling stifled beneath the quilt, her breaths shallow. Whenever she attempted to move, Mark gently secured her head between his legs and even playfully caressed her, much like petting a puppy.

Eventually, Zoey departed.

As the door closed, Cecilia emerged from the quilt, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Uncle Mark, | couldn't breathe!"

Mark tenderly pulled her into his arms, and after a while, he inquired softly, "Do you enjoy being here?"

Blushing, Cecilia refused to respond to his question.

What was he implying?

Mark ceased his inquiry, opting to share the food with Cecilia, who eagerly consumed it all.

Still hungry, she insisted on having more.