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By nine o’clock in the evening, the private jet touched down.

An hour and a half later, Mark was back at the villa.

In the hallway, there was just a single wall lamp still lit.

Surrounded by the gentle, golden light, he sensed the warmth of home.

A sweet home with Cecilia and Edwin.

Mark removed his coat and gazed around the villa adorned with decorations from a while ago, and his heart warmed with nostalgia.

way upstairs and headed straight

still, lying on his side with his small body snugly wrapped

visible. His brown

his shirt and leaned down

asleep, but he murmured something in his

watched over him tenderly for

Angela’s Library

carefully tucked Edwin in and returned to his bedroom, where Cecilia was still engrossed

couch in her white robe, Cecilia was absorbed in

slightly wet hair was draped down, and a fresh

just stepped

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