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.

to Edwin, perched

timidity had thus far hindered him from addressing Mark

a gentle stroke of Edwin’s head, Waylen

uncle

Why not greet him?”

soft murmur, addressed Mark as great

hand ruffled Edwin’s

Look passed between Mark

with others, but not

have something on

didn’t make it clear when Waylen wanted

the conversation

hushed, he explained, “I’ve been

short break,

got a flight to catch

the plane, a long

response

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