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

a gentle stroke of Edwin’s head, Waylen

uncle

Why not greet him?”

murmur, addressed Mark

hand ruffled Edwin’s

searching Look passed

work with others, but not with

have something on his

it clear when Waylen wanted

conversation

hushed, he explained, “I’ve

a short break, so I came to see

a flight

he miss the plane, a long car ride

her response

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