Grasping Mark’s hand, his brow furrowed, Edwin declared, “I want rice.”

Mark was baffled by the child’s preference for such simplicity.

Patting Edwin’s head tenderly, he proposed, “I can watch you eat the fried chicken.”

“But I want the rice,” Edwin clarified, blushing.

Mark smiled, acquiescing to the child’s peculiar request.

“Alright, let’s find you a restaurant.”

to a well-regarded

Edwin relished the meal.

an evening event, the boy’s demeanor shifted, his focus now

Edwin’s temperament reminiscent of

softly, “Your mother will be at the event, too. Don’t you want us to

Edwin did, undoubtedly.

But restrained, he sidestepped.

heap of homework

you. You might as well just go to the

Mark’s smile returned.

to the villa where

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