Cecilia's cheeks felt like burning up once more.

She was both tempted and touched, yet occasionally, she suspected that his sweet words had been honed on many women, which ignited a spark of anger within her.

“I'm going to sleep," she said.

Mark smiled and embraced her waist.

The night passed by, and Saturday morning came.

Zoey rose early, and the two children couldn't remain idle. They had been playing with flowers and grass in the yard since the early hours.

Edwin wielded a small shovel in his hand, displaying his youthful vigor.

Olivia donned a flowery hat.

She looked absolutely charming.

With her two delicate legs, she followed her brother, playfully plucking at the plants.

Zoey indulged Olivia, allowing her to do as she pleased.

However, a minor mishap unfolded shortly thereafter.

Olivia accidentally came into contact with a sizable worm.

The fright it caused was palpable. Her face scrunched up, and then she broke into tears.

ALL she could do was wail.

"Daddy!"

Edwin followed her line of sight and spotted the worm. He promptly divided it into two with the shovel. Then, he rushed to console his younger sister, however, he wasn't particularly adept at calming children.

Olivia cried so vigorously that her face reddened, and she became breathless.

Zoey also tried to soothe Olivia.

But their efforts failed to stop Olivia's tears.