Mark firmly grasped the back of her head, not allowing her to move away. Leaning her against the ornate balcony railing, he kissed her deeply, savoring the moment amidst the night wind.

Their passionate embrace offered him a sense of relief. He whispered hoarsely, “Cecilia, you're incredibly alluring like this.”

It was her essence he cherished, not just a fixed image.

A deep sigh escaped him, filled with mixed emotions.

Cecilia, nestled in his arms, looked up and asked softly, “Are you leaving tonight?"

Mark, lost in her charm and not intending to leave at all, let the moment linger. The house was quiet, all the staff gone, leaving only the intense, fiery connection between them.

He dipped his head, brushing his lips against hers once more...

His fingers, slender and gentle, traced the contours of her silhouette beneath her bathrobe.

But just as their passion was about to ignite, Edwin burst in abruptly.

"Olivia pooped her pants," Edwin blurted out, his eyes quickly covered by his hands.

"Let me wash her buttocks," he said, and before Mark could respond, Edwin had already dashed off.

Inside the children's room, Olivia's clothing was changed quickly.

Being only a year old, her proportions was still all over the place.

Big head, and small, fragile torso.

Her short neck barely supported the weight of her head as she sniffled, her big eyes brimming with tears.

The room was filled with an unpleasant odor, stemming unmistakably from her.

Olivia, usually so sweet-smelling, was in stark contrast now, overwhelmed by the pungent scent.

Edwin carried Olivia to the bathroom, carefully adjusting the water temperature before gently washing her. As he cleaned her, he softly rubbed her with soap, murmuring to himself, "I'll teach you to be independent."

Edwin then recalled everything he just witnessed.

He saw his dad passionately kiss his mom, and was even on the brink of taking over her completely.