Mark knew this too, a realization that caused a pang in his heart.

With this in mind, he took off his coat, unbuttoned his belt, and put the little boy on his belly.

“You're so cold!" Edwin complained.

"My body's warmer than yours!"

Mark wanted to push Edwin away, but his son kept pestering him.

"I will make you feel warm," Edwin murmured.

Mark lowered his head and buried it in the little boy's hair.

He took a sharp inhale, and after a long while, he said, "You silly boy."

The next day, he got up early in the morning.

He kissed his son before he got dressed and knocked on Cecilia's door.

Since Olivia still had a fever, Cecilia had to wake up early.

When she opened the door, he saw her with disheveled hair and tired eyes. She must not have had a good sleep last night.

Although she didn't look as glamorous as last night, there was a homey quality in her current appearance that stirred something within Mark.

He peeked his head through the door and asked, “How's Olivia?"

Cecilia stared at him for a while before she stepped aside and fully opened the door.

"Her fever is almost gone," she said.

"Go in and have a look."

Unsure whether what he had heard was real, Mark looked at Cecilia for a while before he entered.

Looking at Olivia and how peacefully she slept, it was hard to believe that this same girl was making such a big fuss last night.

She had a light pink pajama on, with her body positioned sideways on the bed, while a wisp of her curly brown hair rested on the pillow.