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.

gaze shifted to Edwin,

hindered him from addressing Mark

gentle stroke of

great uncle is

Why not greet him?”

his voice a soft murmur, addressed Mark as great

hand ruffled Edwin’s

Look passed between Mark and

with others, but not

have something on his

it clear when Waylen wanted to spice things

conversation while seated

voice hushed, he explained, “I’ve

short break, so I

a flight to catch

plane, a long car ride would

response unvoiced, remained

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