A gentle breeze rustled the air.

Her silhouette looked enchanting.

Mark approached with the child in his arms, and Cecilia seemed to sense his presence. She softly said, "I thought you wouldn't come back."

Mark remained silent.

Cecilia tilted her head slightly, turned around, and gazed at him with reddened eyes and nose, indicating that she had been crying.

Mark motioned for her not to cry.

Cecilia stifled her emotions and said in a hushed tone, "We were over, but you should consider Edwin. You should have at least said goodbye to him."

"I know." Mark admitted, his voice choked with emotion.

Despite his deep regret, his words felt inadequate.

He chose not to elaborate.

Mark placed Olivia in Cecilia's arms, softly brushed Olivia's face with his slender fingers, and then gave her a pair of exquisite bracelets he had purchased in Rouemn.

He smiled faintly and said, "I just got off the plane and came here.

I haven't seen my mom yet. She's been in tears for the past two years. I heard you've been bringing Olivia to see her. Cecilia, thank you His words were both affectionate and courteous.

Cecilia wasn't sure what he really meant by saying all that.

She simply restrained her emotions and murmured, "I care about her, despite what happened between us."

"I know."

Mark spent some time playing with Olivia. Despite his recent illness, he appeared much calmer.

After a while, Mark was about to bid Cecilia farewell.

Waylen entered the room and noticed the two of them engaged in a conversation.

He took Olivia over and kissed her. He then turned to them and asked, “What are you standing here? Let's go downstairs for dinner. Today, we're celebrating two joyful occasions simultaneously. My parents are in high spirits, so they've requested the chef to prepare several of Mark's preferred dishes to extend him a warm welcome."