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,

thus far hindered

stroke of Edwin’s head,

uncle is

Why not greet him?”

a soft murmur, addressed Mark as

ruffled Edwin’s

searching Look passed between Mark and

with others, but not with

have something on

when Waylen wanted to

conversation

he explained, “I’ve

a short break, so I came to

got a flight

a

her response unvoiced, remained

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