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The name rolled off Jenny’s tongue as recognition flickered in her eyes. It was the same name Waylon had murmured in his drunken haze not long ago. A knowing glint appeared in Jenny’s gaze. Could this Evie be the one who had captured Waylon’s heart?
Jenny studied the pair carefully, noting the palpable tension between them. They certainly didn’t carry themselves like lovers. After a moment’s contemplation, she decided against probing into their relationship. Instead, she offered warmly, “Evie, it’s lovely to meet you. I know several charming restaurants on this street. Would you care to join me?”
Evie couldn’t bring herself to decline Jenny’s gracious invitation. Deep down, curiosity burned within her—she wanted to understand what kind of woman had won Waylon’s affections.
As they made their way to Jenny’s chosen restaurant, Evie’s heart grew heavy watching Jenny and Waylon’s easy conversation, his attentive responses to her every word. She came to an abrupt halt.
“I’m terribly sorry, but I just remembered my plants need watering at home. I should go check on them. Please, don’t let me interrupt your dinner. I’m sure the driver will return after dropping me off just as you’re finishing up.”
Waylon’s features hardened at Evie’s words. Was she really so desperate to escape his presence? She wouldn’t even allow him to escort her home?
“If you wish to leave, then go,” Waylon said, his voice as cold as winter frost.
Evie pressed her lips together and turned away.
Jenny watched Evie’s retreating figure before fixing Waylon with a shrewd look.
“Waylon, there’s something going on between you and Evie. You didn’t want her to leave.”
Waylon replied, “She’s my friend’s sister. I was simply giving her a ride home today. Now then, didn’t you mention wanting to eat something? I’m famished myself—shall we?”
Yet despite claiming hunger, Waylon barely touched his food once it arrived, managing only two halfhearted bites before setting down his fork.
Silence descended over the table. Jenny, never one to dance around issues, spoke directly.
“Waylon, you have feelings for Evie, don’t you? I can tell she harbors feelings for you as well. If you both care for each other, why sit here wallowing instead of pursuing her?”
Waylon drew in a ragged breath, his gaze suddenly piercing.
“Do you think I haven’t pursued her before?”
Jenny fell silent at the sight of his eyes, rimmed with a telltale redness that spoke volumes. Never had she witnessed such raw vulnerability in Waylon’s usually composed demeanor.
There had to be a profound history between him and Evie. Jenny set down her fork, letting the weight of the moment settle.
After a heavy pause, Waylon’s voice softened.
“Sorry, my emotions got the better of me, and I was harsh with you. Please, continue your meal.”
“It’s okay.” Jenny shook her head gently.
“You’re my friend, Waylon. Your heartache is mine too. Is there anything at all I can do to help?”
Waylon’s response was a defeated shake of his head. He was lost in his own maze of uncertainty.
Unable to offer more comfort, Jenny focused on finishing their ordered dishes while they awaited the driver’s return.
Back at her villa, Evie stepped into the living room, clutching the takeout in her hand. She moved toward the trash bin but found herself frozen in the moment of release. Finally, she surrendered to her hesitation, unpacking the food and arranging it carefully on the table.
Evie repeatedly told herself that forgetting Waylon was the right path forward. She despised this version of herself—how her entire emotional landscape seemed to shift with his mere presence, like a compass needle always finding its magnetic north.
Yet Waylon’s tender devotion and steadfast support had become her most cherished memories—precious moments that no amount of wealth could purchase. Such deep-rooted feelings couldn’t be erased by mere willpower.
People evolved with time, but there was no turning back the hands of the clock. Evie released a weary sigh, letting her head fall back against the sofa, exhausted from the emotional weight.
Meanwhile, in the romantic streets of Seleni, Isabella and Andrew strolled hand in hand along ancient cobblestone paths steeped in history. Though both had wandered these streets before, sharing them together cast everything in a new light.
Isabella gestured toward an upcoming alley, her face aglow with enthusiasm.
“On my previous visits, I never followed the typical tourist routes you find online. Instead, I let my heart guide me, wandering wherever my curiosity led. That’s how I discovered so many hidden treasures. Today, I want to share them all with you.”
Andrew carried her bag while holding her hand, content to follow wherever Isabella’s spirit of adventure might lead them. Through her eyes, Seleni—a country he’d once found unremarkable—transformed entirely. Even the gentle breeze seemed to whisper of new possibilities with Isabella by his side.
As they entered a charming artisan’s workshop filled with handcrafted sculptures, Isabella suddenly tugged at his sleeve.
“Look at that little girl,” she whispered, pointing with excitement.
“I made that,” Isabella said.
Andrew turned to look. A sculpture of a little girl stood before him, no more than a meter tall, yet her features radiated an innocent charm. As he studied the girl, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something about her expression that reminded him of Isabella. Curious, he voiced his thoughts.
Isabella’s lips curled into a shy smile.
“I sculpted this when I was much younger,” she admitted, gently lifting the hand Andrew was holding.
“But this time, I want to create something new—with you. A special piece for our marriage.”
Andrew’s expression softened.
“Whatever you want, I’ll do it with you.” Drawing inspiration from the way their hands fit together, their wedding rings glinting on their fingers, they worked side by side, turning their vision into reality.
By the time they stepped out of the sculpture studio, night had fallen. The cool evening breeze accompanied them as they drove to a renowned restaurant, famous for its stunning city views.
At their table, delicate floral arrangements and scattered rose petals set the scene, blending seamlessly with the glow of the city skyline. Andrew had reserved the best seats, ensuring they had an unobstructed view of the breathtaking nightscape as they enjoyed their meal.
Isabella propped her chin in her palm, her voice tinged with awe.
“I’ve never seen the city from this view before.”
Andrew carefully chose dishes that suited her tastes, then turned to her, his gaze warm.
“You’ve shared your story with me. I also want to share mine—every scenery I’ve seen, every hidden trail I’ve discovered.” His words gave Isabella pause. Her eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, he was the only thing she saw.
“I’ve caught glimpses of it before,” she murmured.
“But right now, the most beautiful view in the world is the one sitting across from me—my dear husband.”
Andrew’s eyes widened, a spark of surprise lighting up his face.
“What did you just call me?”
Hearing Isabella call him “dear husband” stirred something deep within him. A sense of belonging, of home.
Andrew’s eyes lingered on the woman before him, a fierce need to shield and cherish her swelling in his chest. This kind of devotion—one he had never offered to anyone else—pulled him in completely, and he embraced it without hesitation.
“Say it again,” he said, amusement dancing in his voice.
Isabella met his gaze, her lips curving into a playful smile.
“My dear husband.”
“Isabella.”
Andrew reached across the table, wrapping his fingers around hers. His face was lit with unfiltered joy, his expression utterly content.
Isabella couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze—he looked like an eager puppy, utterly content. Yet, despite averting her gaze, her eyes brimmed with undeniable warmth. She squeezed his fingers gently and said, “Alright, the food’s coming. Let’s eat.”
Isabella and Andrew spent their honeymoon traveling, visiting countless destinations together. No matter where they went, time seemed to slip through their fingers too quickly. A month passed in what felt like moments, and though they wished they could continue, the upcoming New Year celebrations called them home.
They boarded a private jet back to Ansport, their luggage filled with gifts for family and friends.
When they had left, the city had been its usual bustling self. But upon their return, Ansport was transformed—adorned with festive lights and lively decorations, radiating the warmth of the holiday spirit. Without hesitation, they immersed themselves in the celebrations.
On New Year’s Eve, with both families in Ansport, the Patton and Klein families chose to celebrate together, preparing a lavish homemade feast. The spacious kitchen and dining area buzzed with activity.
Isabella and Andrew sat close, with Howard, Milly, and Waylon beside them, all engaged in the lively task of cooking and assembling dishes. Damari, Glenn, and Elaine were expertly handling the flurry of cooking tasks as well.
While they bustled around, Susan and Dane were spared from helping, given Susan’s advanced pregnancy. With her due date just after the New Year, Dane carefully set up a comfortable recliner for her, ensuring she could relax while still enjoying conversations with the family. His focus remained entirely on her, tending to her every need.
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