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“You know, most participants are eager to build their reputation through this simulation. They want their names to be recognized, and that’s understandable—no one participates if there’s nothing to gain. Reputation and connections are essential to success. But you? You’re different. No one knows who J is. You’re starting from scratch. Out of more than a thousand people, you’ve made it this far on sheer vision and courage. The companies you’ve invested in were struggling or on the verge of collapse, but your involvement has breathed new life into them, and they’re steadily growing.”
Andrew pulled Isabella into his arms, kissing her ear, his praise low and intimate.
“Baby, everyone underestimated your strength, but I see it. I know this isn’t all you’re capable of. I believe you’ll surprise me even more in two months!”
“I’m not as amazing as you say…” Isabella, a little shy at the compliment, smiled softly.
Andrew chuckled, enjoying the sight of her flushed ear tips.
“You are, though. You just don’t know it. Baby, you have no idea how fascinated I am by you.”
Later that night, around eleven forty, outside a luxury hotel, Evie had finished her meal. As she waited for her agent to arrive with the car, she saw a man stumble out of the hotel and lean heavily against the wall.
Evie frowned, ready to avoid him, but then she noticed his voice sounded familiar. Looking closer, she realized it was Waylon. Concerned, Evie rushed over.
“Waylon, are you alright? Did you drink too much?”
With his eyes shut tight, Waylon didn’t respond, leaving Evie more worried.
It was so late, and he had no one else with him. It wasn’t really practical to take him back to the Patton family like this.
After a moment of thought, she said, “Waylon, stay right here.
My car’s about to arrive. I’ll take you to my villa for the night.”
As she spoke, her agent pulled the car up beside her. Noticing Evie with a man, the agent froze for a moment, clearly taken aback. Evie quickly said, “Please help me get him into the car.”
“Wait, Evie, who is he? Why are you getting him into your car?”
“Our families are old friends. He’s always looked out for me. I can’t leave him alone in this state.”
Understanding, the agent helped Waylon into the car.
“What should we do now?”
“There are guest rooms at my place. He can stay there for the night.” The agent frowned but didn’t object. They had no other choice.
The agent drove to Evie’s villa, and together, they carefully helped Waylon onto the bed in a guest room.
“Thank you so much. It’s late now; you should go home,” Evie said to the agent.
“Okay.”
After the agent left, Evie headed to the bathroom to take a shower. After drying her hair, Evie checked on Waylon, hoping he had sobered up.
But when she looked at him, his face was flushed and covered in sweat.
Evie called his name a couple of times. When he didn’t wake up, she got closer, noticing the redness in his face. A wave of worry hit her. Was it possible that Waylon had a fever?
“Waylon, I’m going to get you some medicine and a thermometer right now!”
But as she left, she didn’t notice that Waylon had slightly opened his eyes when she touched his forehead.
The bright light was blinding, the ceiling swayed far above, and Waylon’s breaths grew heavier as heat flushed through his body. His senses felt off, like they were no longer his own.
Waylon tried to piece together broken fragments of memory. He remembered the hotel and realizing his drink had been spiked. He’d called his assistant, asking him to hurry, but after that, his memory blurred. Now, he couldn’t figure out what was happening.
“Waylon, let me take your temperature!” Evie rushed to his side, carrying a first-aid kit. But as her hand reached out, Waylon grabbed her wrist firmly.
“Leave me alone!” His eyes burned with suspicion, and his tense face revealed just how hard he was fighting to stay in control.
“Waylon, it’s me, Evie. You’re unwell. Let me help you,” Evie said softly, trying to calm him. She winced as his grip tightened, causing her wrist to ache.
Evie?
The name and her familiar voice softened something in Waylon. He blinked, recognizing her, and his rigid expression eased slightly.
“Evie, you should leave,” he rasped.
“Call a doctor… and go.”
He could feel the drug coursing through his system with unrelenting intensity. The longer Evie stayed, the greater the risk he might lose control. He needed her gone—now.
But how could Evie, seeing him like this, abandon him and walk out? How could she possibly leave him alone in this state?
“Waylon, you’ve got a fever, and you’re not thinking straight. Don’t speak. Let me take your temperature first. Even if I call the doctor, I need to explain your condition properly!”
As Evie’s hand brushed against Waylon’s skin, a sudden surge of heat coursed through him. The desire he had been desperately trying to suppress flared uncontrollably, like a spark igniting a raging inferno.
The delicate, fresh scent of Evie lingered around him—light, fragrant, and utterly intoxicating. His hand shot out, seizing her wrist with strength she didn’t expect, pulling her closer.
“Waylon! Ugh…”
Everything spiraled out of control in a heartbeat.
When Evie’s tearful eyes met Waylon’s bloodshot gaze, she froze. Feeling the changes within herself, she realized, with sinking dread, that there was no turning back.
What followed was a night of unintended consequences.
The next morning, the weight pressing down on him jolted Waylon awake. His brows furrowed as he opened his eyes, only to find Evie’s serene face resting on his chest. His gaze darted lower, the truth dawning on him as he saw their bare bodies entangled under the sheets. Shock rippled through his mind, leaving him momentarily paralyzed.
Evie stirred at his movement, her lashes fluttering open. As her eyes met his, the events of the previous night came flooding back to her.
At the table, the two sat fully clothed, but the silence between them was deafening. Waylon couldn’t bring himself to meet Evie’s gaze. Guilt and self-reproach churned inside him.
“I’m sorry, Evie. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’ll do right by you—I’ll marry you—I—“
“No,” Evie’s quiet voice interrupted Waylon, devoid of any emotion. Her lowered eyes betrayed nothing.
“I don’t need you to take responsibility for what happened.”
“What?”
“I said there’s no need to take responsibility. Let’s just forget about it and move on.”
“But…”
“There are no buts, Waylon.”
Evie finally looked Waylon in the eye, her expression unreadable.
“What happened last night was an accident. Let’s leave it at that and carry on as before.”
Though her words were calm, Evie knew deep down that nothing would ever be the same again.
Suppressing the emotions swirling inside her, Evie stood and grabbed her bag.
“I have work today. You… clean up and leave.”
Without another word, she walked past Waylon and out of the house.
Moments later, the sound of a car engine starting reached Waylon’s ears. He remained seated, surrounded by Evie’s belongings, the weight of their mistake crashing down on him. With a sudden burst of frustration, he slapped himself hard.
“Thud—“
Isabella gently closed the car door and leaned into the passenger window, her soft, delicate features lit by a faint blush.
“Honey, I’m off to work now. Don’t forget to think about me today.” She carefully observed Andrew’s reaction.
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