Though sheâd ended things with Thomas, she still didnât envision a future with Mark.
Mark nodded in acquiescence.
âI understand.
â
âWhat do you understand?â
Cecilia spun around, tears brimming in her eyes, a hint of anger in her voice.
Yet, there Mark stood, Olivia in his arms, the little one busily smearing her saliva on his chin with a look of innocent delight.
Beneath it all, Markâs gaze held a profound depth.
And in that moment, his allure remained undiminished, even amidst the domestic chaos.
Cecilia held back her rising irritation.
Mark, ever perceptive, sensed it.
He playfully tapped Oliviaâs backside, remarking, âYour cute little devil.
â
Oblivious, Olivia merely wrapped her arms around Markâs neck and planted a ki*s on him.
Mark didnât beat around the bush.
He handed Olivia to Cecilia, his hand lingering on the childâs soft cheek for a moment.
âWhen sheâs a bit older, let me look after her for some time.
Iâm taking Edwin back with me today.
Donât fret, Iâll ensure heâs well taken care of.
â
Ceciliaâs eyes shifted to Olivia.
âDid Edwin agree to this?â
Just as she posed the question, Edwin emerged upstairs, schoolbag slung over his shoulders, looking spruce and orderly.
Cecilia found herself unable to protest.
She approached, smoothing out her sonâs attire with one hand, and relayed instructions to Mark.
Markâs gaze never wavered from her.
Cecilia exuded a mature allure, a quality that never failed to captivate men.
âBe sure to listen to your grandma⦠alright?â
Edwin nodded in affirmation.