Juliette and Korbyn, accustomed to their affection, barely blinked at the display downstairs.

Yet, another figure was present.

It was Mark.

Snow dusted the man as he entered, his gaze capturing the charged scene.

His scoff dripped with sarcasm as he said, “Ah, Waylen, age hasn’t diminished your romance.

Unbeknownst to all, Waylen’s memories had fully returned.

Seating Rena gently, Waylen said with a smile, “Mark, I’m only 35.

Mark’s unease was palpable.

Edwin, perched

timidity had thus far hindered him from addressing

stroke of Edwin’s

great uncle is

Why not greet him?”

his voice a soft murmur,

hand ruffled Edwin’s hair as he

Look passed between Mark

others, but not

have something on his

didn’t make it clear when

skillfully steered the conversation

voice hushed, he explained, “I’ve

only have a short break, so I came to

got a flight to

miss the plane, a long

response unvoiced,

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