With a smile, Mark leaned closer and whispered, "I mean there.

Weren't you crying out of pain last night?"

At the mention of that, Cecilia turned red and playfully shoved his chest.

They were so immersed in their own little world that they had completely forgotten that Cathy was still there.

Ever so considerate, Mark helped Cecilia get changed.

By the time they emerged from the room, Cathy was already gone.

Meanwhile, Edwin continued following Zoey, who focused on cooking her signature dishes.

In the past, Zoey usually exerted very minimal effort. But this year, she seemed immersed in cooking.

Upon observing his mother's gentle demeanor, Mark's heart softened.

He then picked up his son and said, “I'll take you to the yard. We can set off the fireworks there."

Cecilia also wanted to set off the fireworks.

She would like to have some fun, but she noticed Zoey could use a helping hand.

“Zoey, let me help you with the dinner," Cecilia volunteered.

Zoey chuckled and playfully nudged Cecilia away.

“Thanks, dear. But, please, join Mark. I can handle the cooking perfectly. Go ahead and play with Mark."

With Zoey's words, Cecilia darted out of the kitchen and headed for the yard.

Once she was gone, Zoey turned to Mark and let out a hearty laugh.

"You married a girl who's a child at heart. That's a good thing.

She's lively and adorable."

A smile formed on Mark's lips.