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 establishment,

Edwin relished the meal.

an evening event,

found Edwin’s temperament reminiscent

be at the event, too. Don’t

Edwin did, undoubtedly.

But restrained, he sidestepped.

a heap of homework

you. You might as well just go

Mark’s smile returned.

to the villa where Zoey anticipated Edwin’s

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