Peter had a knack for reading Mark’s mind.

After guessing what was on Mark’s mind, he refrained from adding more words.

By nine o’clock in the evening, the private jet touched down.

An hour and a half later, Mark was back at the villa.

In the hallway, there was just a single wall lamp still lit.

Surrounded by the gentle, golden light, he sensed the warmth of home.

A sweet home with Cecilia and Edwin.

Mark removed his coat and gazed around the villa adorned with decorations from a while ago, and his heart warmed with nostalgia.

his way upstairs and headed straight to the

Edwin had dozed off.

still, lying on his side with his small

his

brown hair had a

on the bed’s edge, loosened his

but he murmured

him tenderly

in and returned to his bedroom, where Cecilia was still

the couch in her white robe, Cecilia was absorbed

slightly wet hair was dr@ped down, and a fresh

just stepped out of

the door

“It’s late.

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