Waylen fell silent.

Because indeed, it was a dream.

He had come into this dream and fallen in love with her, a twenty-year-old girl, knowing all too well that it would end in departure.

He hoped that they would both remember this dream upon waking, cherishing it as a romantic memory to reflect upon as they grew older.

Yet, his melancholy remained his own burden to bear.

Gently patting Waylen’s head, he carried her away from the piano.

Now, she was truly his.

Waylen led Cecilia out of the kitchen.

The two girls enjoyed a camaraderie that complemented their distinct temperaments.

Speaking of intimacy, Cecilia retrieved a picture from her phone, displaying it to Rena as if unveiling a cherished treasure.

“Take a look.

Isn’t he handsome? Waylen said I stand a chance.

Rena examined the image closely.

an aristocratic man walking in the rain, surrounded by a crowd, his secretary shielding

exuded

inexplicable familiarity in the man’s face, particularly

was a striking resemblance to her

knew she wasn’t Darren’s biological

man from Czanch,

her biological

expression, Cecilia’s concern

voiced her thoughts

you have

with me for

Evans!”

caught

of her family background, Rena focused her attention on

was Mark Evans from

Rena’s denial, Cecilia

meal, showcasing

down to enjoy the dishes, Cecilia savored

when did you learn to

food, she continued, “Rena, you’re in for a treat

agreed wholeheartedly, savoring the delicious

food, his touch gentle, as he

learned just

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