Thankfully, Oliviaâs fever wasnât as bad as she had initially thought.
Cecilia went upstairs to change her clothes, while Mark held Olivia in his arms under the crystal chandelier.
Slowly, Oliviaâs eyes started to open.
She immediately recognized her father and let out a melodious cackle.
Seeing the look on her face, Mark couldnât help but ki*s her, which made Edwin sour a little.
Mark sat down on the sofa and motioned for Edwin to sit next to him, to which the young boy reluctantly complied.
âYou have to go to school tomorrow.
Why arenât you asleep yet?â he asked in a low voice.
Edwin rested his chin on his hand and replied, âTomorrow is Sunday.
â
Mark wanted to tell Edwin that he should still go to bed early even though tomorrow was Sunday.
But at the same time, he hadnât seen Edwin for two days, which was why Mark didnât insist on making him sleep.
Instead, he let him stay with him for a little while longer.
Handing the bottle to Edwin, Mark instructed, âMake some milk for your sister again.
Use two spoons of milk formula and 60 milliliters of water.
â
Edwin took it and quickly did as he was told.
But before he could enter the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Mark.
In the middle of the night, the lights were on, casting a faint light on Markâs black and white suit.
He was just as handsome as Edwin remembered him.
As he watched Mark coax Olivia, Edwin couldnât shake off the fear that Mark would leave again anytime soon.
The thought made Edwinâs brows furrow.
After a long pause, he finally asked, âYouâre not leaving, right?â
In an instant, Mark looked up.
Taken aback by his sonâs question, he looked at Edwin and felt conflicted.
âIf you donât leave, Iâll call you dad,â Edwin told him.
âIâm not leaving,â Mark said in a soft voice.
As soon as he said that, Edwinâs face lit up.
He wiped his nose with the back of his hand and went on to make milk.
When Edwin came back with the milk, Mark noticed how red his eyes and nose were.
It was such a pitiful sight that made Markâs heart tremble.
The entire time Mark was feeding Olivia, Edwin sat right next to him.
While this was happening, Cecilia had just arrived downstairs and watched this intimate scene from afar.
Safely cradled in Markâs arms, Olivia held the feeding bottle on her own and slowly drank the milk