He playfully patted her bottom.

"Off you go; find Edwin," he encouraged.

Olivia wobbled off in search of her brother.

Meanwhile, the kitchen filled with the familiar sound of Edwin preparing milk for his sister.

Finishing his parental duties, Mark felt a light sheen of sweat on his back. He removed his shirt, ready for a refreshing shower.

Cecilia, having already changed, was seated at her dressing table, carefully selecting her jewelry for the day.

Her eyes caught Mark's reflection in the mirror. His rugged, shirtless figure adding a stark contrast to the elegant surroundings.

Cecilia, securing an ear stud, mused with a chuckle.

"She's just a little one, but so aware of so many things already."

Hearing this, Mark couldn't help but smile at the innocence in her words.

He approached Cecilia, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and gently rested his chin on her shoulder.

“You're so slender,” he murmured softly.

Flushing, Cecilia playfully nudged him.

"We should be heading to my parents’ house, remember? Better get showered. You can't show up shirtless."

Mark responded with a peck on her cheek, his voice light, “Of course, anything you say, my love.”

Releasing her, he made his way to the shower.

Fifteen minutes later, he emerged, looking refreshed and handsome as ever.

Cecilia, noticing his reappearance, gave him a soft kiss on the chin, her voice tinged with caution.

“If Dad gives you a hard time later, just bear with it. He's really fond of Olivia."

Mark responded with a tender touch to her lips, not saying a word.