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.

shifted to Edwin, perched at the

hindered

stroke of Edwin’s head,

uncle is

Why not greet him?”

his voice a soft murmur, addressed Mark as

Edwin’s hair as

passed between Mark and

with others,

something

make it clear when Waylen wanted to

skillfully steered the conversation while seated beside

voice hushed, he explained, “I’ve been

have a short break, so I came to see

got a flight to

plane, a long

response unvoiced, remained

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