Juliette and Korbyn, accustomed to their affection, barely blinked at the display downstairs.

Yet, another figure was present.

It was Mark.

Snow dusted the man as he entered, his gaze capturing the charged scene. His scoff dripped with sarcasm as he said, “Ah, Waylen, age hasn’t diminished your romance.”

Unbeknownst to all, Waylen’s memories had fully returned.

Seating Rena gently, Waylen said with a smile, “Mark, I’m only 35.”

Mark’s unease was palpable.

Waylen’s gaze shifted to Edwin, perched at the table. Edwin’s timidity had thus far hindered him from addressing Mark as Dad.

With a gentle stroke of Edwin’s head, Waylen inquired.

“Your great uncle is here. Why not greet him?”

Edwin, his voice a soft murmur, addressed Mark as great uncle.

Mark’s hand ruffled Edwin’s hair as he chuckled.

A searching Look passed between Mark and Waylen. Concealment might work with others, but not with Mark. Did Waylen have something on his mind?

Mark didn’t make it clear when Waylen wanted to spice things up.

He skillfully steered the conversation while seated beside Cecilia. His voice hushed, he explained, “I’ve been swamped Lately. I only have a short break, so I came to see you. I’ve got a flight to catch later.”

Should he miss the plane, a long car ride would await.

Cecilia, her response unvoiced, remained silent.

Months prior, Mark had prepared a house for them. At the time, Cecilia had been ready to accept his proposal, the pain of the past seemingly abated. Yet, constant work had forestalled their happiness.

Endless waiting had gradually eroded her faith.

Mark understood, yet the present setting allowed no room for such discussions.

As the family savored dinner and conversation flowed, Waylen’s attentiveness to Rena struck Mark’s heart with a pang of envy of having a complete family. Despite their trials, they remained united.

Mark longed for the same with Cecilia.

A hint of solitude crept over him.

Edwin fetched a morsel of food for Mark, urging, “Dad, let’s eat.”

Mark’s heart softened. A tender touch graced his son’s shoulder, before his gaze sought Cecilia’s.

Cecilia feigned ignorance.

As dinner concluded, Cecilia readied herself for a commercial shoot, her assistant waiting in the car.

Mark, positioned within the bathroom, obstructed her path.

He Looked at her stunning face, and his voice emerged hoarse, a plea tinged with urgency.

“Can’t you adjust your schedule? We have such a rare opportunity to meet.”

Cecilia, tending to her Lipstick, turned and Lightly pushed him. “I’LL be late.”

Mark persisted.

He enclosed her within his arm, Locking the bathroom door behind them.

Cecilia’s efforts to resist were futile.

She leaned against the wall, her gaze distant.

Soft-spoken words drifted from her lips, laden with an undertone of resignation. “Mark, you’re always consumed by obligations. You probably can’t even recall our son’s birthday. I know in your eyes, my work is unimportant, so I should cooperate with you unconditionally. If I have to put off my work once you come, do you know how many favors I will owe others? Mark, you won’t think about it at all. You don’t care about my feelings at all.”

Emotions perhaps unrevealed, Cecilia voiced her thoughts, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Enriching herself seemed wiser than waiting for Mark.

Edwin needed her guidance too.

Mark’s gaze was profound.

He stood defenseless, recognizing that the young girl who once clung to him had matured significantly.

But he longed for the simplicity she had exuded.

Cecilia’s melancholy registered. She was loath to quarrel with him.

Her head bowed, a whisper broke from her lips. “I’m leaving. When will you leave?” She shifted her focus to Edwin, her voice softening. “If you have time, accompany Edwin to play. At his age, he should be in kindergarten. You can’t imagine how much he envies Alexis and Leonel.”

Mark’s heart twinged.

Cecilia’s departure was forestalled by Mark’s grasp, his hand producing a cigarette.

Only half of it was smoked before it was snuffed out.

His Lips descended upon hers in a deep, intense kiss, laden with a yearning that lingered in the air.

Initially resistant, Cecilia’s resistance gradually softened.

But her eyes glistened with tears.

Mark desisted, his forehead meeting hers, his touch tender as he smoothed her dress.

He had failed her, burdening her with enough pain.

The year’s end loomed with a looming project deadline, yet Mark shied away from making promises he feared he couldn’t keep.

After a lengthy silence, he murmured, “Don’t let Edwin see this. He might think I’m picking on you.”

Cecilia’s frustration materialized in a playful punch to his shoulder.

Pushing the door ajar, she departed.

trailed after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a

gaze remained

the car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

in a low voice.

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile

hint of envy. He took a sip

if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done,

the underlying message in Waylen’s

stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly

tenderly graced his son’s

the snow gets heavier, can you build a

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket,

candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at

staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

in his arms, and patted

I need

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight.

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex,

personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What

pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed

has some

I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

around two. Waylen understood his

stepped into the waiting car, Peter

gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

away with an

well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he

ensued before he softly murmured, “I

the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing

a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept

advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one

she remained resolutely focused on checking on

doorway, Mark stood, his

essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb

her eyes caught sight of

too, turned their attention to this gentleman

and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he

looked at

distributed cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

his eyes, an

touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another layer of

tone remained soothing. Cecilia

here just

then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea

fell into a contemplative

savored its warmth,

you not upset when I

a prolonged moment before a

am. What’s there to

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that

harbored no desire to

to a hush as he continued, “Wrap up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger

his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved

it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to

Cecilia also

While she could place all her hopes on Mark,

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up

that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her

Mark exited the studio,

offer it to Mark, had his

not in my

with a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

sweater, chiding himself, “True, I

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood

make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown

engrossed in

his gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the

gaze to

in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to

to Edwin, Cecilia

his hair

ahead. Put on your down

join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through

point, Waylen had ceased

he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all

for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

milk tea cup

on an

Mark buy you the milk tea? You

silence. She feared

“Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup

“Waylen.”

you’re patient, just wait for him to give

be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

approached the French window.

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he

Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

back her

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