Even more extravagant was the small pink abode Mark had constructed for Olivia within his study.

A hectic day came to an end.

At midnight, Olivia was steadfast in her refusal to return to her own room.

She slept soundly on her pink bed.

After taking a shower, Cecilia planted a loving kiss on Olivia's tender face and retreated to her own quarters. Mark, immersed in reading a report, seemed preoccupied.

"Are you still busy?"

Cecilia, playing the part of a coddled wife, embraced him from behind.

Mark held her hand and replied, “The head office has relocated to Czanch. I'll be busy for a while. You'll have to look after Olivia before things get back to tracks."

Cecilia reclined against his back, concern evident in her voice.

"She's very well-behaved."

After a moment of contemplation, she added, "But why did you place a small bed for her in our bedroom? What if she wakes up in the middle of the night and sees us?"

Mark let out a light chuckle.

"Are you suggesting something?"

Cecilia blushed and countered, "I didn't mean that."

Mark set aside the document he was holding.

After pulling her onto his lap, he gently caressed her face and gave her a tender kiss on the tip of her nose.

“I've been swamped with work lately and neglected you."

Cecilia tugged coyly with the buttons on his shirt.

“We're not running out of money, you know. You don't have to work so tirelessly," Cecilia suggested.

Mark gazed at her, the soft radiance of her skin illuminated by the Light.