As he fitted her shoes, he teased back, "If I were into that, would you indulge me?"

Cecilia playfully rubbed her other foot against his neck.

"You wish," she said with a mock huff.

Mark smiled gently as he whispered in her ear, "Happy birthday, my very own black rose."

Cecilia gazed at the handsome man before her. His physical appeal had always captivated her, and right now, she was completely smitten.

She feigned discontent, though.

"Since when did I become your black rose? I don't think it sounds good. Don't call me that again."

Mark's smile lingered, his eyes unable to leave her.

To him, Cecilia shone brightly at the moment.

“Let's go out," he suggested.

Holding his hand, Cecilia replied softly, "Let's go cut the cake."

The atmosphere was perfect. As they headed out, Mark pressed her against the door for a long, slow kiss that left them both yearning for more.

Mark then gently caressed her face and opened the door.

Edwin was busy inflating balloons, but Olivia was nowhere to be seen.

Mark's brow furrowed slightly.

"Where's Olivia?" he asked.

Olivia's sweet voice floated from the kitchen.

"Daddy!"

Mark hurried to the kitchen, only to stop in shock.

Olivia sat at a small table, her face smeared with buttercream, half of the cake conspicuously absent. She had clearly enjoyed a significant portion of it.