Olivia wrapped her tiny arms around her father's neck, her curious eyes fixed on the dishes set on the table.

Mark instructed the servant to prepare vegetable soup, mashed potatoes, and boiled fish.

Most of it was devoid of salt or other seasonings. Olivia found them quite plain and refused to eat.

Yet Mark patiently cajoled her.

Olivia radiated pure delight. She let out joyful giggles and devoured all the food her father fed her.

Korbyn chortled.

“I am truly impressed. Mark, you could run a nursery school. You have a real knack for handling kids."

Mark responded promptly, "Olivia is quite a good girl."

Olivia held a deep fondness for Mark. She nestled against his chest.

Mark couldn't resist rubbing her plump little belly.

During the meal, he refrained from eating much as he mostly focused on his daughter.

Cecilia harbored concerns about Mark, yet her entire family had gathered, and her shyness held her back.

She stole a quick glance at Rena.

Rena grasped Cecilia's unspoken message and addressed Mark, “Uncle Mark, why don't you grab a bite?"

Mark appeared momentarily taken aback.

Then, he offered a gentle smile and replied, “I'm not much of an eater."

Rena let the matter rest and turned her gaze back to Cecilia, noticing the hint of wetness in her eyes.

In private, Rena inquired, “Are you worried about him?"

Cecilia felt a touch awkwardness.

"No."