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.”

Edwin to a

Edwin relished the meal.

before attending an evening event, the boy’s demeanor shifted, his focus now solely on his

found Edwin’s temperament

at the event,

Edwin did, undoubtedly.

But restrained, he sidestepped.

heap

might as well

Mark’s smile returned.

they drove back to the villa where Zoey anticipated Edwin’s

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