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.

upstairs and

Edwin had dozed off.

still, lying on his side with his small body

his

brown hair had a

his shirt and leaned down to

remained asleep, but he

him tenderly

to his bedroom, where Cecilia was still engrossed in her

the couch in her white robe, Cecilia was absorbed in

was dr@ped down,

stepped out of

the door

“It’s late.

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