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

far hindered him from

a gentle stroke of Edwin’s head,

great uncle

Why not greet him?”

his voice a soft murmur, addressed

hand ruffled Edwin’s hair as

passed between Mark

others, but not

Waylen have something

make it clear when

the conversation

he explained, “I’ve been

short break, so I came to

flight to

miss the plane, a long

her response

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