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, perched at

had thus far hindered him

a gentle stroke of Edwin’s head,

great uncle

Why not greet him?”

voice a soft murmur,

hand ruffled Edwin’s hair

passed between Mark and

might work with others, but

Waylen have something

when Waylen wanted to spice

steered the conversation

explained, “I’ve been swamped

only have a short break, so I came to

a flight to catch

the plane, a long car

her response

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