Her wavy brown locks had hints of auburn, adding to her youthful charm.

Mark, while amusing Olivia, glanced over at Cecilia.

She was engrossed in her script.

She hadn't probed into the earlier incident, yet Mark felt compelled to break the silence.

"Aren't you curious?"

Without shifting her focus from the script, Cecilia let the silence answer for her.

She didn't want to delve into complicated discussions, especially in the kids’ presence.

Mark grinned.

Olivia grabbed Mark's face and planted several affectionate pecks.

Observing Olivia, Mark remarked gently, “Cecilia, our Olivia will be quite the beauty as she matures."

Cecilia, still concentrating on her reading, retorted, “However striking she may become, she won't hold a candle to the woman from earlier."

Mark's gaze met Cecilia's.

She was seated on a chair adjacent to the bed, her head lowered, and her glossy black hair casually tied back. From his vantage point, he noted her perfectly sculpted nose.

Her skin was impeccable.

Mark was momentarily mesmerized by her elegance. After a brief pause, he said, "Olivia and that woman are worlds apart. It's unfair to even make a comparison. I'd rather not hear such remarks."

Lifting Olivia, he settled her onto his lap.

He playfully tweaked her cheek.

Olivia was the center of attention for many; her brother, in particular, was exceptionally fond of her.

Born into the esteemed Evans lineage, Olivia was a princess in the eyes of both the Fowlers and the Evans.

Cecilia acknowledged this with a nod, but Mark, ever persistent, teased, "Feeling a twinge of jealousy, are we?"