Two years later.

Gwynn gave birth to her third child in Brookesville. Her daughter was named Gwen. Noah had been waiting for a daughter for the longest time.

Gwynn was thirty-four years old now.

The weather was cold when the spring snow melted. However, the villa was warm everywhere, like spring.

Ocelotte was four years old now. He was highly curious at this age and had explored every nook and cranny of the villa.

Noah joked that even the dog couldn't stand him. After he made fun of Ocelotte, Noah went to hold Gwen.

At night, the master bedroom on the second floor was quiet. Gwen had been fed and was laying there and basking in the warmth. She looked peaceful and beautiful.

Noah entered the room gently. He stepped lightly and didn't dare to breathe loudly. He was afraid of disturbing Gwen's slumber.

His face was filled with tenderness as a father.

Noah touched Gwen's arms and legs, unable to stop loving every part of her.

Gwynn was sitting next to him and had just finished