Waylen withheld nothing from Mark.

A faint smile graced his lips.

Mark, for a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy.

He took a sip of tea to mask his emotions.

Waylen casually perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any further mishaps.

Mark discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s words.

Coincidentally, Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him.

His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning his father.

Mark’s touch tenderly graced his son’s head.

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Edwin, his gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman with me?”

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented

the candy in his mouth but continued to

staying, to bask in the joy of

to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention

struggle did not evade

taking Edwin in his arms,

upstairs and

talk to your

disappointment

he obediently ascended

Mark’s heart ached profoundly.

Edwin already yearned for his

Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with

promise

to Mark’s mood, could sense the

in the intricacies

attachment was

a cup of

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