Edwin chuckled softly, the sound carrying an affectionate undertone.

Thirty minutes later, they pulled into the villa that Mark had acquired years ago.

Early spring had cast its spell on the yard, coaxing tender, green leaves from the trees.

Laura stepped out of the car, drawn to the budding leaves, unable to resist touching them. Edwin, ever playful, teased her about potential tiny worms, and she instinctively retreated into his embrace.

Lowering his head, he affectionately nuzzled her nose, jesting, "Afraid of little worms but not the big one-always eager to see it."

Having spent some time with him, Laura was gradually unraveling the complexities of relationships.

Edwin's banter took her by surprise, and her face flushed red, leaving her momentarily speechless.

At the entrance, Mark stood with arms akimbo.

Amidst his culinary preparations, he had taken a break and caught sight of his son teasing little Laura. Though he couldn't hear their conversation, it seemed less than proper.

Mark took a drag of his cigarette.

“Dinner's served! You shouldn't be out in this cold. Aren't you concerned about her health? Is that the best boyfriend act you've got?

I thought I raised you better."

Edwin, unabashed and with his arm draped around Laura's shoulder, boldly declared, "I'm her husband! We're married now!"

Unfazed by the potential spectacle, Edwin boldly showcased their marriage certificate to his father, wearing his pride like a badge.

Mark observed the scene for a while, genuinely surprised.

Not because he disapproved of their union, but because he hadn't anticipated his son's unwavering determination and deep affection for Laura.

A thoughtful silence settled over Mark as he pondered the past.

Edwin's love for Laura echoed Mark's own feelings for Cecilia in his youth.

Yet, Mark recognized that his younger self hadn't possessed the same unwavering resolve that Edwin displayed now.

Perhaps it was the weight of his own life experiences, whereas Edwin had only ever known Laura.