She had also dried her long hair.

Mark entered with Olivia in his arms, and after observing Cecilia for a moment, he said softly, "She's asleep. Stay with her for a while.

I'll go buy more milk powder. She's out of milk powder."

Cecilia took the baby and carefully placed Olivia in her crib.

It seemed that she had contemplated the situation because she said softly, “If you want to visit the children in the future, please come on Saturdays and Sundays. It's more convenient."

Mark appeared somewhat surprised.

He asked after a brief pause, “Are you concerned that Thomas might be upset if he sees me?"

Cecilia nodded.

"Yes, it wouldn't be appropriate."

Unexpectedly, Mark agreed.

“Alright, I'll do my best to visit on Saturdays and Sundays. If I do come during the weekdays, I'll leave before dinner. I'll try not to cause you any inconvenience."

Cecilia pursed her lips and remained silent, her gaze focused on her daughter.

Mark didn't leave immediately. He asked with a caring tone, as if he were her family, "How well do you get along with Thomas?

Cecilia felt a bit embarrassed.

She had gone out with Thomas a few times and had shared a few meals with him, but she hadn't really given much thought to their relationship.

However, she didn't want to appear frustrated to Mark.

So she casually replied, "We get along well."

Mark smiled.

"That's good. If you two end up together in the future, I can take care of the two children. You young people always enjoy spending time together."

Cecilia couldn't bear Mark's words anymore.