Honestly, Cecilia had no doubt he could maintain his virility even into his seventies or eighties.

What a cheeky old rascal!

Mark claimed victory over her body and straightened his clothes as he got ready to pick up his son.

Cecilia's frustration boiled over, delivering a swift kick toward him.

Mark, still smiling, seized her legs and assisted her in putting on her clothes. He then planted a tender kiss on her, his demeanor amiable.

"If you're feeling weary, take a rest. I'll tend to you when I return tonight."

Cecilia lay on the sofa, utterly motionless.

Mark departed to collect Edwin. As the young boy climbed into the car, he couldn't help but notice Mark's unusually upbeat mood. Edwin pursed his lips in response.

Indeed, Mark was in remarkably high spirits.

After driving for ten minutes, Mark pulled over.

There was a renowned milk tea shop nearby. Mark unfastened his seatbelt and proposed, “Let's go get some milk tea. I'll grab one for your mom too. She's quite upset right now. I'll try to cheer her up."

Edwin exited the car.

After closing the car door, he raised his head and inquired, "Why are you in such a good mood if Mom is upset?"

Mark affectionately ruffled Edwin's hair.

"Silly boy, you'll understand when you're older."

Edwin then recalled what he had secretly witnessed during some nights when his father embraced his mother, kissing her until she started to cry.

Edwin blushed.

He found himself in a somewhat uncomfortable situation.

Mark had heard that Cecilia had taken Edwin for a milk tea. With that in mind, he had intentionally taken Edwin to buy some.

Seeing the lengthy queue, Mark decided to lift Edwin up.