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,

timidity had thus far hindered him from addressing Mark

gentle stroke of

uncle

Why not greet him?”

a soft murmur, addressed Mark

ruffled Edwin’s hair

searching Look passed between Mark

others,

Waylen have something on his

clear when Waylen wanted to

steered the conversation while

hushed, he explained,

have a short break, so I

got a flight to catch

plane, a

response

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