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.”

drove Edwin to a well-regarded establishment, bustling with

Edwin relished the meal.

Mark mentioned he’d drop Edwin off before attending an evening event,

Edwin’s temperament reminiscent of

“Your mother will be at the event, too. Don’t you

Edwin did, undoubtedly.

But restrained, he sidestepped.

a heap of homework

You might as well just

Mark’s smile returned.

to the villa where Zoey anticipated

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