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.

gaze shifted to Edwin, perched

timidity had thus far hindered him from addressing

gentle stroke of Edwin’s head,

uncle is

Why not greet him?”

murmur, addressed Mark as great

ruffled Edwin’s

searching Look passed between Mark and

work with others, but

have something on his

didn’t make it clear when Waylen wanted

the conversation while seated

hushed, he explained, “I’ve

short break, so I

a flight

he miss the plane, a long car ride would

response unvoiced, remained

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