Mark had no option but to take it.
As Cecilia drew near, Mark strolled alongside her and tenderly asked, âWhy didnât you invite me to join you for shopping?â
Cecilia cast a brief glance at Markâs way.
âEven my brother didnât go.
â
After a brief pause, she added, âYou were planning to go to the office, werenât you? Besides, I prefer shopping with Rena.
â
Beneath the table, Mark discreetly clasped Ceciliaâs hand.
âYouâre absolutely right.
Women understand each other best.
â
With that, Mark offered a gentle smile and whispered, âIâll go get Olivia.
â
Typically, Olivia didnât dine at the table.
She was still quite young, and her meals were either prepared separately, or she would just have her milk.
Cecilia wanted to say something, but Mark had already ascended the stairs.
Observing his daughterâs expression, Korbyn curled his lip.
âFeeling sorry for him? Well, donât thwart a manâs desire to prove himself.
You shouldnât concern yourself too much.
Simply follow your sister-in -lawâs lead and give him a hard time.
â
Rena served a portion of food to Korbyn.
In a hushed tone, she said, âDad, if Iâve ever wronged Waylen in any way, please forgive me.
â
Korbyn quickly reassured her, âNo.
No, youâve been really good to Waylen.
â
Witnessing that, Cecilia couldnât help but feel a twinge of envy.
Rena not only had a grip on Waylen, but she also managed to please Korbyn.
As Cecilia pondered, Mark descended the stairs, holding Olivia in his embrace.
Just in time for summer, Olivia wore a white dress adorned with red flowers.
She appeared plump and utterly adorable.
Olivia wrapped her tiny arms around her fatherâs neck, her curious eyes fixed on the dishes set on the table.
Mark instructed the servant to prepare vegetable soup, mashed potatoes, and boiled fish.
Most of it was devoid of salt or other seasonings.
Olivia found them quite plain and refused to eat.
Yet Mark patiently cajoled her.