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 the

hindered him from addressing

gentle stroke of

great uncle

Why not greet him?”

soft murmur, addressed Mark

ruffled Edwin’s hair as

searching Look passed between

with others, but not

have something on

make it clear when Waylen wanted to spice

steered the conversation

explained, “I’ve been

break, so I

a flight to

the plane, a long car ride

her response unvoiced,

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