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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.

his way upstairs and headed straight to the

off. While sleeping, he remained perfectly still, lying on his side with his small

face was visible. His brown hair had a shiny,

edge, loosened his shirt and leaned down

asleep, but he murmured

watched over him tenderly for

Angela’s Library

returned to his bedroom, where Cecilia was still

on the couch in her white robe, Cecilia was

hair was draped down, and a fresh

stepped out of a

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