The night breeze playfully lifted her skirt.
It ended up revealing half of her little bottom, making her appear incredibly endearing.
Zoey couldnât resist the urge to playfully nibble Oliviaâs behind.
Her affection for Olivia knew no bounds.
Zoey cradled Olivia in her arms, showering her with ki*ses repeatedly.
Edwin, standing nearby, didnât harbor any jealousy.
He patiently waited for his turn.
Certainly, Zoey wouldnât turn a cold shoulder to him.
Following the affectionate embrace with her grandson, Zoeyâs gaze drifted toward Cecilia in the night breeze.
Cecilia remained elegant and beautiful.
Zoeyâs nose twitched.
She clutched Ceciliaâs hand, her voice choked with emotion.
âItâs good to have you back.
Itâs truly wonderful.
â
What Zoey uttered held significance to Cecilia.
It wasnât only to her but also to Mark.
At her age, Zoey had grieved the loss of her beloved daughter in her early years, and her sonâs life had been shrouded in uncertainty following that.
How could Zoey not be plagued by fear and sorrow?
It wasnât due to Zoeyâs fear of growing old and vulnerable, but rather her apprehension of not finding peace in her later years.
Despite her attempts to maintain composure, Zoey struggled to hold back her tears.
She took a step to the side and discreetly wiped them away.
Markâs eyes held a profound and mournful gaze.
Ceciliaâs eyes welled up as well.
She regarded Zoey as her own mother and playfully said, âIâm famished.
Do you happen to have any home-made wontons? I want chopped coriander in it.
â
Zoey dabbed away her tears and smiled warmly.
âOf course.
Iâm aware of your fondness for it.
Iâve also fried some mini meatballs you like, but be careful not to get scalded again, or someone will worry over you.
â
Cecilia offered a shy smile.
The conversation served to alleviate Ceciliaâs melancholy, evoking memories of the past.
Both the pleasant and challenging moments triggered a mix of emotions inside her.