“Then you must've been very old by then," Edwin muttered.

Upon hearing this, Mark's jaw slacked.

Cecilia overheard this entire exchange and also blushed a little. At that moment, she only considered Olivia to be her child.

After a while, the three of them settled in the ward.

Edwin picked Olivia up and walked towards the inner room.

"I'll take care of Olivia. You don't have to worry about us."

With this, Mark smiled.

As Edwin closed the door, Mark patted the spot beside him and beckoned Cecilia to come over.

“Are you really going to sleep on the sofa? Isn't a double bed much more comfortable?"

Cecilia ignored him and continued covering the sofa with a blanket.

When his words had no effect, Mark decided to come over.

He wrapped his arms around her thin waist from behind and whispered in her ear, "I can feel your horniness from afar. Why don't we sleep together so I can satisfy you sexually?”

Cecilia gnashed her teeth in anger. At the same time, her face felt so hot as though it was burning.

“What are you talking about? You're sick! Why are you still thinking about such things?"

Although she was saying this, in reality, his words stirred something inside her. Women were always concerned about saving face. As such, Cecilia would never openly admit to being turned on.

But all of this was a moot point anyway. Mark was not in good health, so there wasn't anything that he could do even if he wanted to.

Nevertheless, he still made fun of her.

Cecilia lay on the sofa and covered her face with a blanket, pretending as though he was no longer there.

Mark frowned and pulled the blanket off her face.

“Are you angry?"