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.

way upstairs and headed

Edwin had dozed off.

still, lying on his side with his small

of his

hair had

perched on the bed’s edge, loosened his shirt and leaned down to plant a

he murmured something in

him tenderly

last, he carefully tucked Edwin in and returned to

on the couch in her white

down, and a fresh scent emanated

had just stepped

the door shut,

“It’s late.

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