Afterward, he prepared warm milk and a cookie for Olivia.

Olivia, radiant and lively, was a joy for Mark, especially since he hadn't seen her for a few days.

Olivia carefully balanced the milk in one hand and the cookie in the other, savoring each bite.

Occasionally, she'd close her eyes, pausing between bites, taking a moment of pure bliss.

Her delicate skin and long eyelashes emphasized her angelic look.

Mark, being her father, watched her with sheer admiration and love, captivated by her every move.

However, sleepiness soon overtook her as she finished her milk, and the remaining cookie tumbled from her hand.

Gently cradling her, Mark comforted the drowsy child.

Wrapped securely in her father's embrace, Olivia drifted off to sleep.

As Mark tried to lay her down, she stirred, seeking the warmth of his hold.

Without hesitation, Mark carried her to the master bedroom.

Edwin, in the adjacent room, would surely feel a twinge of sibling jealousy if he knew about this special treatment his little sister was getting.

The room was bathed in a soft morning glow when Cecilia stirred.

Instead of Mark, she found herself cuddling a peacefully sleeping Olivia.

Nearby, a meticulously de-thorned red rose lay with a cheeky note.

"Mrs. Evans, it was unforgettable last night."

A blush painted Cecilia's face.

"Typical Mark," she murmured with a smile.

As if on cue, the bedroom door opened, revealing Mark.

Noticing Cecilia's awake state, he said warmly, “Rest if you need to.