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“Miss Klein, we’ve arrived.”
The driver’s voice pulled Evie back to reality. Her eyelids fluttered open. She was momentarily disoriented, until she recognized the familiar facade of her villa outside the window. Only then did it dawn on her that Waylon and the blonde woman had been nothing more than a dream.
“Okay, thank you.”
Stepping out of the car, she went straight to the bathroom.
Lowering herself into the bathtub, she let the water envelop her, holding her breath beneath the surface until the pressure in her lungs forced her to rise.
Hesitation only breeds chaos. It was only now that she realized—she had never truly found a way to forget him.
And if she couldn’t forget him… if there was still unfinished business between them… then why not go to him?
The thought struck like lightning, and once it took root, there was no silencing it.
Before she could second-guess herself, she grabbed her phone. Acting purely on impulse, she booked a ticket to Mila.
Hours later, in the quiet depths of the night, she boarded a plane bound for Mila. It wasn’t until she stepped off the plane and felt the crisp wind against her face that the remnants of alcohol in her system fully faded, and the weight of what she had done crashed down on her. She had flown all the way to Mila just to find Waylon. The realization was almost laughable.
Her first instinct was to turn back, but as she stood amidst the bustling streets, staring at the unfamiliar yet breathtaking cityscape, something inside her refused to retreat.
She had come this far. Would she really walk away now?
Uncertain of her next move, she clutched her phone tightly. That was when she noticed a new post on Waylon’s social media.
It was a photo of the morning sunrise. She recognized the backdrop instantly—a corner of Mila’s Fashion Square.
It wasn’t far. Evie pursed her lips. She would go take a look.
At the Fashion Square in Mila, Jenny Holmes sat on a bench, casting a frustrated glance at her best friend and business partner, Waylon.
Something was off about him. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what, but after that phone call, his entire demeanor had changed. Now, he was like a man burdened by a thousand regrets. Once the workday ended, he had dragged her here, and they had been drinking until dawn. Jenny lifted her gaze to the dimly lit sky, her thoughts interrupted when Waylon twisted open yet another bottle of beer.
She stamped her foot impatiently before speaking, her voice tinged with concern.
“Waylon, I can tell something’s bothering you. I’m your friend. If you want to talk about it, I’m here. Maybe saying it out loud will help you feel better.”
Waylon tilted his head back and took a long, burning swig. The fiery liquid seared his throat, shaking his senses from their numb haze.
After a while, his voice finally emerged, low and rough.
“Jenny, some things can’t be said. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t know how. But I do know I’m grateful you’re here with me.”
He lifted his bottle toward her in a wordless toast. Whether she drank or not didn’t matter—he took another gulp anyway.
Jenny sighed, her features tightening with exasperation. But seeing the raw pain etched on his face, she couldn’t stop herself from protesting.
“Waylon, you’ve had enough. If you keep going, you’ll regret it later. As your friend, I have to stop you. You hear me? No more drinking.”
Reaching out, she tried to take the bottle from his hand.
“Don’t stop me.”
Waylon shifted, keeping the bottle just out of her reach. Jenny huffed and tried again, her frustration growing.
Not far away, Evie stood frozen, watching the playful tug-of-war unfold between Waylon and the woman beside him.
Her steps, once light, suddenly felt unbearably heavy. The courage she had gathered to approach Waylon drained away in an instant. On the bench, Jenny and Waylon continued their struggle over the bottle.
Waylon was a grown man—drunk or not, he was stronger.
“Waylon, I don’t know what to do with you. You’re impossible!” Jenny groaned in defeat, throwing up her hands in surrender as she pushed back her blonde hair. As she turned her head, her sharp eyes caught sight of a woman standing in the shadows.
Jenny had good eyesight, and the woman was breathtaking. There was something about her that set her apart from the crowd. Judging by her features, she seemed to be from Waylon’s home country.
Jenny nudged Waylon’s shoulder, her curiosity piqued.
“Waylon, look over there. There’s a stunning woman watching us. She might be from the same place as you. Strange… she’s staring right at you. Do you know her?”
Waylon, jolted by Jenny’s words, turned to look. But at that precise moment, Evie averted her gaze. Without hesitation, she turned and walked away, leaving only her retreating silhouette behind.
“Oh, never mind, she’s gone. Guess I was wrong—she wasn’t looking at you after all. Shame, though. You missed out. She was adorable.”
Waylon, however, wasn’t listening. His gaze was fixed on the disappearing figure, his mind clouded with suspicion. For a fleeting moment, he thought he had seen her—the person who had torn his world apart. But that was impossible.
She had no reason to be here. By now, she should have finished celebrating Andrew’s birthday and returned home, nowhere near this place.
Waylon tore his eyes away, a hollow feeling settling in his chest. He glanced at the bottle in his hand before setting it down on the bench beside him.
“Jenny, I think I’m drunk. Take me home.”
Jenny blinked, startled. Waylon, who had stubbornly insisted on drinking all night, now suddenly wanted to go home? But she wasn’t about to question it. Relieved, she clapped her hands and stood.
“Alright! I’ll take you home. But don’t forget—you owe me for this.”
“Yeah. I’ll remember. Thanks. Keep the car that takes me back.”
A car? Jenny was a die-hard car enthusiast, but even with her fame, her wealth couldn’t compare to Waylon’s. The son of Patton Group’s chairman had access to luxuries she could only dream of.
She had admired his car for the longest time but never dared to indulge in such extravagance herself. Usually, she was content with just borrowing it for a joyride. And now, just like that, it was hers? It seemed Waylon only saw her as a close friend—using this as an excuse to gift her something he knew she wanted.
She stared at the keys in disbelief before quickly tucking them into her palm, a giddy thrill running through her. With renewed energy, Jenny took him home, making sure he was safe and settled. Knowing he was far too intoxicated to manage alone, she even hired a personal caregiver to look after him.
While waiting for the caregiver to arrive, she kept an eye on him, ensuring he was comfortable. She even poured him a glass of water, setting it down beside him.
As she placed it on the table, she heard him mumble something. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow.
“Do you need something?”
But his lips moved just enough for her to catch one word.
“Evie?”
Her brows knitted in confusion. She repeated it under her breath, rolling the unfamiliar name on her tongue.
Jenny couldn’t quite catch what Waylon murmured, so she simply shook her head, surrendering to the mystery. Once the caregiver arrived, she briskly explained the essential requirements before taking her leave.
Meanwhile, Evie wandered aimlessly through the streets of Mila, quiet loneliness settling over her. She crouched down at the roadside, lost in thought. A flower vendor, noticing her forlorn expression, gave her a gentle pat before handing her a delicate bloom.
“Thank you,” Evie murmured, accepting the flower.
She gazed at it—one of the signature blossoms sold only on Mila’s bustling streets. She stared at it blankly for a moment, then instinctively took out her phone to capture the moment, preparing to share it on social media.
No sooner had she posted the picture than her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Sadie.
“Evie, where did you go? I went to your house and rang the doorbell forever, but no one answered.”
Evie stiffened, suddenly remembering that today, she was supposed to travel with Sadie to another city for an event.
Replaying the whirlwind of events from yesterday until now, she shut her eyes, a tinge of guilt creeping in.
“Sadie, I completely forgot to tell you—I had something urgent come up. I can’t work today. Can you postpone it for me? I’m really sorry for the trouble.”
Sadie hesitated for a moment.
“It’s no trouble, but Evie, promise me next time you’ll let me know. You have no idea how worried I was when I couldn’t reach you.”
“I promise. It won’t happen again.”
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