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

had thus far hindered him

of Edwin’s head,

great uncle

Why not greet him?”

a soft murmur, addressed

ruffled Edwin’s hair

Look passed between Mark

work with others, but not

have something on his

it clear when Waylen wanted to spice

conversation while seated beside

hushed, he explained,

short break, so I came to

a flight to

a long

her response unvoiced, remained

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