Olivia had been having a bad dream, and upon waking up, she cried out for her father. With bare feet, she climbed into the big bed and wrapped her tiny arms around Mark's neck, her cries filled with sadness.

Despite his strong desire at that moment, Mark had to suppress it.

He gently rolled over and held Olivia in his protective arms, soothing her with tender words.

The room remained dim.

He comforted Olivia until she was on the verge of falling asleep.

Then, he turned his head to glance at Cecilia, who was curled up in the blankets. She bit her lip and whispered in complaint, “I told you, didn't it? It's not good for the child."

Mark put a blanket over his daughter.

In the darkness of the night, his eyes glimmered. He playfully nibbled the tip of Cecilia's nose and whispered, “I can't let her sleep alone tonight. Let's do it in the bathroom instead. I promise I can bring you to heaven."

Cecilia kicked him and retorted, "I don't want to do it anymore."

Mark reached under the covers as he planted kisses on her.

A few seconds went by. She couldn't resist his charms, so she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Let's go to the cloakroom instead."

There was a soft couch in there.

Mark picked Cecilia up and carried her into the cloakroom. He instructed her to leave the door unlocked in case Olivia needed them.

At that moment, waves of pleasure would overcome Cecilia, even if she was on the edge of sweet pain.

She gently bit his broad shoulder, grazing her teeth slightly on his back.

Mark's voice was a tender murmur in her ear, "Just a bit longer."

Cecilia responded by capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

The room was bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight.

It illuminated the intimate embrace of the man and woman, their silhouettes casting a loving shadow on the wall. The small room had been a silent witness to their countless moments of love and happiness.