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 at

thus far hindered him

gentle stroke of Edwin’s

uncle

Why not greet him?”

voice a soft murmur, addressed Mark

hand ruffled Edwin’s

searching Look passed

others, but not with

something on his

it clear when Waylen wanted

steered the conversation while

hushed, he explained, “I’ve been swamped

a short break, so I came

got a flight to catch

he miss the plane, a long car ride would

response unvoiced, remained

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