Marcus was just an ordinary man.

Just moments ago, he had kissed and touched Melissa, and those memories flashed through his mind like scenes from a movie.

Uncomfortably, he turned over, attempting to conceal his desire.

The narrow sofa made it difficult for him to sleep well.

Later, he checked on Matthew and discovered that Melissa was also awake.

However, they exchanged glances without uttering a word.

Matthew awoke early the next morning.

The little boy felt considerably better. Quietly, he slipped out of bed and made his way to the sofa, plopping down on his father's stomach. Marcus groaned, his eyes fluttering open.

“Daddy !"

Matthew called out affectionately and nuzzled his head against Marcus' neck, clearly expressing his joy.

Despite the warmth in the ward, Matthew was clad only in a thin hospital gown. Marcus reached out, grasping Matthew's arm, and enveloped him in his embrace. Together, they shared the warmth of a woolen overcoat.

Matthew complained, "Your coat smells like wine."

Marcus rested one hand behind his head, gently patting his son's back with the other. Matthew's small frame radiated warmth and softness, exuding undeniable adorableness.

He said softly, "Daddy had to meet clients, and we drank wine while talking."

Resting against him, Matthew pondered for a moment before asking, "Will there ever be a beautiful lady sitting on your lap like I see on TV?"

Marcus frowned, retorting, “What kind of TV shows have you been watching?"

Coincidentally, Melissa woke up just then, overhearing their conversation.

Marcus glanced at the boy, playfully pinching his cheek. "No! There's nothing but rubbish on TV."

Matthew was pleased by the response, yet soon after, he pouted. "I forgot you have a girlfriend."

Marcus fell silent.