NovelsFreeChapter 1291 Chapter 1291: 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWaylon 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. Takehome." 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 owefor this." "Yeah. I'll remember. Thanks. Keep the car that takesback." 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 Johns Group's chairman had access to luxuries she could only dream of.
She had admired his car for the longest tbut 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. Dive into tales at gal no v☐☐s,"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 non her tongue.
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Jenny couldn't quite catch what Waylon murmured, so she simply shook her head surendering 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 Shem 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.
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