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.

to Edwin, perched at the

had thus far hindered him from

of

uncle is

Why not greet him?”

voice a soft murmur, addressed Mark as

hand ruffled Edwin’s hair as he

passed between Mark

with others, but not

Waylen have something

clear when

skillfully steered the conversation while seated

he explained, “I’ve

a short break, so I came

got a flight

the plane, a long

her response unvoiced, remained

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