After that fateful day, when reason eluded him, he implored Jazlyn to arrange for the apartment to be cleansed.
Subsequently, he threw himself into his work with unwavering determination.
Socializing with clients and spending time with Roscoe and his comrades became a regular affair.
Yet, he never reached out to Rena again, nor did he deliberately seek information about her.
Not a single soul dared utter Renaâs name in his presence.
It seemed that Rena had become a forbidden topic, a secret locked away within his heart.
He chuckled wryly, finding little concern in the fact that his friends refrained from mentioning her as wellâ¦
The passage of timeâtwo weeks to be exact.
Jazlyn entered Waylenâs office, bearing news of utmost importance.
âMr.
Fowler,â she began, her voice hushed, âat last weekâs auction held by the esteemed Christiyâs Auction House in Hondrau⦠there was something of significance related to you.
â
Waylen ceased his signature on the document, his attention piqued.
âWhat is it?â he inquired, his curiosity piqued.
Jazlyn continued in a subdued tone, âThey put up for auction a collection of jewelry and couture dresses⦠all items once bestowed upon Miss Gordon by your hand.
Moreover, the piano fetched a staggering sum of 60 million dollars.
â
Engrossed in his reading, Waylen posed a seemingly indifferent question, âWhy would Rena require such a substantial amount of money?â
Jazlyn responded, âMiss Gordon has actually donated every penny to a charitable foundation.
â
In a fit of restrained anger, Waylen snapped the pen in his hand, fracturing it in two.
His voice, now cold and detached, seeped out, âShe spent six months with me, only to take away a mere dog?â
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A soft sigh escaped Jazlynâs lips, bearing witness to the complexity of emotions in the air.
She placed another sizable envelope upon Waylenâs desk and continued, âI retrieved this from the mailbox of your apartment the other day.
It contains Miss Gordonâs expenditure records and receipts from the sellers.
Mr.
Fowler, perhaps clarity will find you once you peruse its contents.
â
Waylenâs fists clenched with barely contained fury.
After an eternity of hesitation, he finally succumbed to his curiosity and opened the envelope.
Indeed, it contained a billâan account of Valentineâs Day arrangements, accompanied by several meticulously crafted design sketches.
They exuded excellence, exquisitely tailored to reflect Waylenâs affinity for the enigmatic allure of the color black.
As he continued reading, he found that Rena had paid with her own money.
Waylen looked at the bill quietly.
His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the familiar pain swept towards him againâ¦
In a hushed voice, Jazlyn whispered, âMiss Gordonâs love for you knows no bounds, Mr.
Fowler⦠You may not be aware but she made a promise to your father to study in Flirean for two years, solely to alleviate your burden in dealing with Miss Colemanâs affairs.
You two once shared an unbreakable bond.
I must ask, if you hadnât gone to the hospital, would Miss Coleman truly have perished? Or do you still find yourself entangled in thoughts of your first love?â
Jazlynâs words gave way to sorrowful sobs.
âIâm sorry, sir.
I shouldnât have uttered those words.
â