By the time Mark was done with his work, it was already six o'clock in the evening. The two children hadn't eaten yet. Olivia, in particular, seemed to be hungry as she was crying for a bottle of milk.

Seeing that he had neglected his children, Mark felt guilty.

He walked over, squatted in front of the children, and mussed their heads in turn.

"I'll ask someone to bring the food here," he said to them.

Edwin pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

With a faint smile, Mark walked back to his desk and pressed the internal line.

"Please help me order two five-star hotel meals. And make it quick! Yes, ask for something Light."

After that, Mark began preparing Olivia's milk.

Thankfully, he had brought enough milk powder with him.

Olivia ended up enjoying her drink very much.

Feeding Olivia was one of Mark's favorite thing to do nowadays. With the little girl in his arms, it made him believe for a second that he still had Cecilia by his side, and the four of them had never separated.

After all, Edwin was still a kid.

Despite that he had been sulking the whole day, now he could no longer stay mad at Mark anymore and decided to lean against his arm and watch Olivia drink her milk.

As he looked at his sister, Edwin's eyes widened with affection.

When Mark saw Edwin Leaning over, he didn't move.

After a while, Edwin rested his head on Mark's shoulder.

When the atmosphere among the three was almost perfect, Mark's phone suddenly rang.

Cecilia's name was flashing on the screen.

Not wanting to break the atmosphere he had created, he stealthily bent over and took his phone from the table. Gently, he squeezed the phone between his ear and his shoulder and said, "Hello. Yes, Edwin and Olivia are here with me. They're in my company. What? You're downstairs?"

As Cecilia talked more, Mark's eyes slowly began to darken.