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, perched

had thus far hindered him from addressing

stroke of

great uncle

Why not greet him?”

voice a soft murmur,

hand ruffled Edwin’s hair

passed between

might work with others, but not

have something on

when Waylen wanted to spice things

steered the conversation while seated beside

voice hushed, he explained, “I’ve been

have a short break, so I

got a flight

he miss the plane, a long car

her response

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