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?”

remained unspoken,

retrieved a candy from

his mouth but

bask in the

depart, a multitude of matters

did not

in

upstairs and

to talk to

pout of disappointment

obediently ascended

Mark’s heart ached profoundly.

years old, Edwin already yearned

Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with

even promise him

mood, could

from intervening in the intricacies

attachment was

Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for

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