Cecilia spun around, tears brimming in her eyes, a hint of anger in her voice.

Yet, there Mark stood, Olivia in his arms, the little one busily smearing her saliva on his chin with a look of innocent delight.

Beneath it all, Mark's gaze held a profound depth.

And in that moment, his allure remained undiminished, even amidst the domestic chaos.

Cecilia held back her rising irritation.

Mark, ever perceptive, sensed it. He playfully tapped Olivia's backside, remarking, "Your cute little devil."

Oblivious, Olivia merely wrapped her arms around Mark's neck and planted a kiss on him.

Mark didn't beat around the bush.

He handed Olivia to Cecilia, his hand lingering on the child's soft cheek for a moment.

"When she's a bit older, let me look after her for some time. I'm taking Edwin back with me today. Don't fret, I'll ensure he's well taken care of."

Cecilia's eyes shifted to Olivia.

"Did Edwin agree to this?"

Just as she posed the question, Edwin emerged upstairs, schoolbag slung over his shoulders, looking spruce and orderly.

Cecilia found herself unable to protest.

She approached, smoothing out her son's attire with one hand, and relayed instructions to Mark.

Mark's gaze never wavered from her.

Cecilia exuded a mature allure, a quality that never failed to captivate men.

"Be sure to listen to your grandma... alright?"

Edwin nodded in affirmation.

Mark clasped Edwin's hand and shared a parting kiss with Olivia, who eagerly reciprocated.