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Though she’d landed with Jared just hours before, the prospect of seeing Andrew swept away any trace of fatigue, replacing it with electric anticipation.
As Andrew’s arrival time approached, Isabella stepped out of her car and made her way to the arrival gate.
The bustling airport lobby gleamed under bright lights as Isabella searched for Andrew. Her steps faltered when she caught sight of Waylon’s striking figure on a towering projection screen mounted against a pillar.
Time seemed to pause as she gazed upward.
The screen displayed footage from an international fashion show, where Waylon commanded the runway in exquisite haute couture pieces, his tall frame and natural elegance drawing all eyes.
“So Waylon’s made his mark on the international stage…” Isabella whispered to herself. Airport broadcasts weren’t given lightly—they represented significant achievement. It wasn’t like her brother to keep such success from his family, making his silence all the more puzzling.
Lost in thoughts about Waylon, Isabella felt a presence materialize behind her.
Her muscles tensed as she whirled around, only to find herself staring into familiar dark eyes brimming with warmth and devotion.
“Andrew?”
The defensive edge in her posture melted away as she blinked up at Andrew in surprise.
Andrew’s response was a gentle laugh as he playfully tapped the tip of her nose.
“You little thing! You promised I’d see you first thing—that you’d be waiting for me. Instead, I’ve searched every corner of this airport only to find you captivated by your brother’s video.”
Isabella’s cheeks flushed crimson as she shifted her attention to Andrew.
“Andrew, I’m so sorry! Please accept these flowers as a token of my apology!”
Like a scene painted in watercolors, Isabella stood there—the epitome of grace. The bouquet seemed to come alive in her delicate hands as she extended it forward, her eyes sparkling with hope. One glance at her pleading expression melted away all of Andrew’s frustrations.
The airport terminal buzzed with activity around them, yet in that moment, they existed in their own pocket of time. Andrew stepped closer, and as he reached for the flowers, he dipped his head, his eyes meeting hers.
Though they didn’t touch, electricity crackled in the air between them, transforming the mundane airport setting into something straight out of a romance novel.
The intensity in Andrew’s eyes sent warmth flooding through Isabella’s veins. She quickly pressed the bouquet into his arms, then grasped his hand, leading him toward the exit.
“Babe.”
Andrew’s voice followed her like honey, his eyes drawn to the telltale pink tinging her ear. A rich chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest.
In the sanctuary of their car, Andrew settled into the passenger seat, awkwardly cradling his gift against his chest.
Isabella couldn’t suppress a smile at his endearing attempt to handle the delicate blooms. She leaned over instinctively to help him adjust them.
As she bent forward, focused on arranging the flowers, she felt the weight of his gaze upon her like a warm caress.
When Isabella lifted her eyes to meet Andrew’s, the air between them grew thick with unspoken longing—days of separation crystallizing into a single moment between two hearts that beat as one.
Something primal stirred within her soul.
Acting on pure instinct, she placed her hand on his shoulder, tilted her head back, and pressed her crimson lips to his in a kiss.
Afterward, they drove home together, savoring every precious second of their reunion.
Meanwhile, at a fashion show in Mila, Waylon emerged from the dressing room, his costume exchanged for street clothes.
A vision in blonde approached him—all azure eyes and confidence—as she smoothly threaded her arm through his.
“Darling, you were absolutely magnificent today. Now that work’s done, shall we treat ourselves to an exquisite dinner?”
“Sure,” Waylon replied, comfortable with her familiar touch. Together, they descended in the elevator and made their way to the city’s most prestigious restaurant.
The restaurant staff’s faces lit up with recognition as the pair entered, warmly gesturing them toward their usual table with the easy familiarity of longtime patrons.
The sophisticated ambiance of the restaurant was punctuated by an unexpected buzz when several Lorpond tourists, there to experience the renowned establishment, recognized Waylon—the former idol sensation turned elite model. Unable to contain their excitement, they discreetly captured photos to share on their social media.
One of them posted, “So lucky! I ran into a big star today! He looks even better in person. But it seems like he’s eating with his girlfriend? I was too shy to ask for a photo…”
Her enthusiastic message accompanied a candid shot of Waylon.
Though it was an amateur photograph, Waylon’s natural photogenic appeal meant even a casual snapshot could rival a professional portrait.
The post quickly gained traction, drawing countless viewers to the intriguing caption. Recognition sparked a chain reaction as fans began flooding the comments with their own chance encounters, each sharing their precious snapshots of the star.
While a few isolated photos might have passed without notice, the accumulated evidence revealed a striking pattern—each image showed Waylon in intimate proximity with a different foreign woman. The photographs captured moments of unmistakable closeness between Waylon and his various companions. Within moments, “#WaylonImageOverhaul” silently ascended to claim the top spot in domestic entertainment trends.
“Oh my gosh, the idol who never even talked about dating has completely given up on himself. This is awful.”
“Looks like the rumors were true after all. Waylon’s got a girlfriend stashed away in every corner of the globe! What a fall from grace!”
“Why should Waylon have to maintain some pristine image? Doesn’t he deserve to explore romance? Doesn’t he deserve a world full of possibilities? He’s so handsome. If he’s really that promiscuous, maybe I’ll still have a chance…”
The online discourse surrounding Waylon split into opposing camps. Given his current career trajectory in modeling, many fans were willing to embrace this new facet of his persona, finding nothing inherently wrong with his behavior. Nevertheless, terms like “playboy” and “womanizer”—labels that had never before tainted his reputation—now clung to his image like persistent shadows.
Back home, Isabella was absently scrolling through Twitter when a trending topic about Waylon caught her eye.
She tapped the hashtag, anticipating news about his latest runway success. Instead, her screen filled with an anonymous blogger’s expose, meticulously tracing the origin story of Waylon’s newly-minted “playboy” reputation.
Her brow furrowed as she absorbed the article’s contents, her finger hovering over the embedded link that promised to reveal the original post that had sparked this wildfire of speculation about Waylon’s supposed womanizing ways.
Isabella’s heart sank as she stared at the post. The person captured in those pictures seemed like a stranger—worlds apart from the brother she remembered Waylon to be.
With trembling fingers, she closed the app and tried calling him, but her attempts were met with silence.
Meanwhile, as Waylon wrapped up his latest engagement, his assistant approached with his phone in hand.
“Have you locked down the schedule for the upcoming events?” Waylon asked while powering on his device.
“And don’t forget to relay my specific requirements to the planner.”
His assistant nodded, jotting down notes with practiced efficiency.
“Rest assured, Waylon, I’ve handled everything according to your specifications.”
The assistant, handpicked by Waylon’s agent, had accompanied him to Mila in the beginning.
As a witness to Waylon’s meteoric rise, he’d watched his boss transform from an unknown face to a household name. Day after day, Waylon threw himself into an endless parade of activities, facing even the most dismissive sponsors with unwavering determination—as if rest were a foreign concept to him.
“You don’t have to push yourself to the brink like this,” the assistant ventured, concern etching his features.
“You’ve built up considerable experience already. Just looking at your schedule makes me anxious for you.”
A wry smile played across Waylon’s lips.
“Save your breath,” he said.
“I know exactly what I’m doing. If you want to help me destress, just keep my schedule running smoothly. I thrive on staying busy.”
The assistant could only sigh in resignation.
“Very well, I’ll follow your lead. But there’s something I need to bring to your attention—an oversight on my part that’s caused some trouble.”
“What?” Waylon raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued.
Pulling out his phone, the assistant revealed the trending topics surrounding Waylon in their homeland.
“We’ve been so focused on international matters that this slipped past me. Your agent just brought it to my attention.”
Waylon’s brow furrowed as he took the phone, scanning headlines that painted him as a playboy entangled with multiple women—all because of a few innocent photographs.
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