Female NovelChapter 2112 “This dress is too beautiful; I can’t bear to take it off." Mark responded with a tender, teasing smile, gently pinching her nose.
“Mrs. Evans, you'd look stunning in anything, or nothing at all,” he whispered with an affectionate chuckle.
By the time they all arrived back at the apartment, the clock had struck 11 p.m.
They found the dinner they'd left behind cold and uninviting.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Thinking on his feet, Mark contacted the servants at their villa, requesting a fresh, warm meal be prepared and delivered to their current abode. In the meantime, he saw to it that both children were bathed, their laughter and playful splashes echoing in the bathroom.
After ensuring the kids were clean and comfortable, he indulged in a long, relaxing bath himself.
Cecilia, meanwhile, slipped out of her elegant haute couture dress, folding it carefully. She decided to have it professionally cleaned and laundered, preserving its beauty and the memories of the day. In its place, she chose a long, flowing dress, its simplicity and comfort perfect for unwinding after the eventful day.
Cecilia was determined to preserve the dress.
Sitting at the dinner table, she was greeted by the aroma of steaming hot food.
Central to the spread was a bowl of noodles, painstakingly prepared by Zoey.
ANGELA'sLIBRARY Aware of Cecilia's aversion to scallions, Mark patiently removed them from her portion, exhibiting remarkable patience. As the clock chimed twelve, breaking the stillness of midnight, he leaned in, whispering, “Happy birthday, Cecilia” Cecilia savored the noodles in modest, thoughtful bites.
Mark watched over her with a soft, affectionate gaze, as he served the rest of the noodles to the eagerly awaiting children.
Olivia delighted in the flavorsome meal. Once finished, she was gently ushered to the children’s room by her brother, Edwin, who solemnly vowed to watch over her until she reached the age of eight.
“At eight years old, you'll need to start sleeping on your own,” he informed her with a mix of earnestness and maturity before escorting her away.
Mark, watching this tender sibling moment, couldn't help but smile wistfully.
“This guy. He's growing up too quickly,” he mused aloud.
Later, after attending to a brief task in his study, Mark returned to find Cecilia emerging from the children’s room. He inquired softly, “Are they asleep?” With a gentle nod, Cecilia closed the door behind her.
In the hall, only a single wall lamp remained lit, casting a dim, warm glow that suffused the space with a cozy, slightly dreamlike ambiance.
Mark approached, his steps measured and calm.
Cecilia lifted her gaze to meet his. With a gentle grasp, he tenderly held her hand and bestowed upon her a kiss filled with affection.
The kiss, tender and full of shared history, was both anticipated and a relief. Suddenly, she found herself gently pressed against the wall, lost in the moment. His hand tenderly caressed her waist, his whisper softly telling her how much he wanted her.