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The previous night, Susan had sent her a post filled with romantic little phrases meant to bring couples closer. After reading it, Isabella found the whole thing strange.
To her, the phrases in that post didn’t seem like they would strengthen a relationship; instead, they felt more like pointless nagging. Susan, however, had been adamant that Isabella give it a shot, insisting it was something she’d only share with her best friend. Reluctantly, Isabella had agreed, but when the moment came to actually try it, a wave of embarrassment washed over her.
After much hesitation, she had finally chosen this one, something she thought sounded normal.
But now that the words had left her lips, her face grew hot with self-consciousness. Andrew was always so busy—what if this just distracted him? Her cheeks flushed deeper as she cursed herself for trusting Susan’s nonsense. How could things from the internet actually work?
Andrew, however, saw none of her inner turmoil. For him, the sunshine seemed brighter, the birds’ songs sweeter, and his precious treasure was as beautiful as ever. He couldn’t help but smile back.
“Of course, baby. Every time we’re apart, I miss you—not just today. Should I pick you up for lunch a little earlier?”
Isabella had not expected such a reaction from Andrew. Not only did Andrew fail to find her request strange or overly controlling, but he actually seemed… pleased? Did he really enjoy her being so clingy and dictating his time?
The realization felt like uncovering a hidden side of Andrew. Hearing him confess that he missed her every day when they were apart didn’t make her want to encourage him to focus on work. Instead, it brought her a quiet, indescribable joy.
It was a secret kind of happiness, as though she had stumbled upon a treasure no one else could see. She felt like the luckiest person alive, free to be completely herself around him, cherishing a truth she kept tucked away in her heart.
Isabella wore an obedient smile, but inwardly, she marveled at how the post Susan had sent her had worked like magic. She couldn’t help but wonder which love expert had come up with such advice.
After saying goodbye to Andrew, Isabella strolled through the lobby of Edge Entertainment, her fingers lightly typing out a text to Susan with feedback on her advice. When she looked up, her gaze fell on Evie. It had been a while since she last saw her, and now, Evie’s usually radiant smile seemed to have dimmed. She looked noticeably thinner.
“Evie,” Isabella called out, her voice tinged with concern.
She scanned Evie from head to toe before asking with evident confusion, “Have you been dealing with something lately? You don’t look like you’re in the best shape.”
Evie had just arrived at the office from home. Normally, she would’ve been thrilled to run into Isabella. But today, seeing her brought an unwelcome reminder of Waylon. She wondered uneasily if he had left her house yet.
Evie quickly adjusted her expression, attempting to appear as usual.
“Oh, I’ve been fine. It’s trendy to be slim these days—it looks better on camera.”
“But you already looked fantastic on camera before. Being too thin isn’t healthy,” Isabella countered gently.
“You’re a singer, not a model. You don’t need to push yourself so hard. You should focus on being happy—like the little princess of the entertainment world!”
“Thank you, Isabella. You’re always so kind to me.”
A flicker of warmth crossed Evie’s heart. But her gratitude only solidified her resolve. Nothing more could happen between her and Waylon. It would turn everything into a…
Mess. Waylon was Isabella’s brother, after all. If Isabella ever found out about what happened last night…
Evie dared not let her thoughts wander further. She already had her own misgivings about love and marriage; she wasn’t cut out for family life. Waylon was a wonderful man—he deserved happiness, just not with her.
Lost in thought, she completely missed what Isabella said next.
Isabella, noticing her daze, waved a hand in front of her face, and Evie finally snapped back to attention.
“Sorry, Isabella. What did you say?”
Isabella sighed lightly.
“I said you should take care of your work-life balance. If there are events you don’t want to attend, just have your agent decline them. Oh, and by the way, I’m heading back to my parents’ place this weekend. You mentioned before that you loved our chef’s special fish dish. Let’s go together!”
“NO!” Evie blurted out, her voice laced with panic. She quickly tried to compose herself.
“Isabella, I can’t go this time.”
Isabella tilted her head, puzzled.
“Why not? Are you worried about your schedule? I checked—you don’t have anything planned for this weekend.”
“It’s not about work,” Evie replied hurriedly, avoiding eye contact.
“I already made plans with some friends. I can’t break my promise to them.”
“Alright, if you’ve got plans, you can join us next time,” Isabella said with a kind smile. She offered a few more gentle reminders about self-care before letting Evie go.
That weekend, Isabella and Andrew headed to the Patton Manor together. As their car approached the grand manor, Isabella spotted Waylon standing at the entrance, gazing in their direction.
She parked the car beside him and rolled down the window.
“Waylon, why are you standing here?” she asked, her tone curious.
“I figured you’d be coming soon, so I came out to greet you.” Waylon glanced briefly at her before his gaze shifted to the back seat.
The back seat was empty. Andrew had already stepped out of the car and opened the rear door.
“Waylon, there’s still some distance to go. Get in,” Isabella urged.
Without a word, Waylon climbed into the car. Normally, he was lively and upbeat, but today, his demeanor was distant. He rested his chin on one hand, staring out the window as though deep in thought.
Isabella exchanged a quick glance with Andrew, raising her eyebrows in question.
Andrew noticed the change in Waylon too but simply shook his head, indicating he had no idea what was wrong.
In the back seat, Waylon’s expression remained clouded.
His thoughts drifted to Evie. He knew she wouldn’t come here—not after that night.
He had offered to take responsibility, but Evie had firmly rejected him, insisting he forget it ever happened. And yet, he couldn’t. The memory of that night haunted him, replaying over and over in his mind—the scene, the emotions, even the redness on the bed.
Thinking it over, Waylon not only couldn’t forget about that night but remembered it even more vividly, as if the memory had been etched deeper with time.
After that day, he had swiftly dealt with the people who had drugged him, making sure they paid the price. At the same time, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the night he spent with Evie wasn’t something that could just be brushed aside.
Evie was not only his friend’s younger sister but also an innocent bystander caught in the storm of this incident. He couldn’t be heartless; he had to step up and take responsibility. But the problem was, Evie wasn’t willing…
Waylon found himself trapped in a dilemma. His sense of duty told him he couldn’t shirk his responsibility, but another voice in his head reminded him he needed to respect Evie’s wishes.
The other family members had noticed Waylon’s strange behavior. They tried asking him what was wrong, but he wouldn’t say a word.
In the end, the family had no choice but to let it go, hoping he’d figure things out on his own. But even after all that time, Waylon remained lost, unable to come to any conclusion.
His agent had caught wind of the incident with Waylon being drugged and was furious at those who had resorted to such dirty tactics. What he didn’t expect, however, was how much this incident had affected Waylon. Lately, he seemed distracted, barely focused on his work. Concerned, the agent worked hard to secure an opportunity for Waylon to train to be a supermodel in Mystica.
He approached Waylon and said, “I know you’re sick of the cutthroat competition in this industry. When someone sees you rising above them, instead of working harder to catch up, they stoop to sabotage. Waylon, I’ve lined up an opportunity for you in Mystica. I suggest you go there to clear your head and reset your focus.”
Listening to his agent, Waylon shook his head and declined the offer.
“Thank you, but I have no plans to work overseas.”
“But with the way you’ve been acting… You know what? Forget it. Do what you want.”
Knowing Waylon’s background as a member of the Patton family, the agent assumed he had bigger plans outside the industry. Still, he couldn’t help but think it was a waste to see such a top-tier domestic male model leave the field.
Just as the agent was about to walk away, Waylon suddenly called out to him.
“Is there something else?” the agent asked, turning back.
Waylon had been bottling everything up lately, with no one to confide in. Ironically, his closest family members had become the people he was avoiding the most. Looking at his agent, he finally broke the silence.
“There’s something I’d like to ask you.”
The agent stepped closer.
“Go ahead.”
Waylon hesitated for a moment, then said, “I have a friend. He… well, he slept with a girl he’s known for a long time. He wants to take responsibility, but the girl doesn’t want him to. What do you think he should do?”
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