Chapter 1216

Chapter 1216:

“Thank you!” Waylon hugged Madisyn, a ghost of his old smile flickering across his face.

“Take care of yourself. If anything happens, call me—I’ll drop everything and come back.”

Back in her bedroom, Evie lay restless, haunted by the image of Waylon standing rain-soaked before the villa.

The memory played on repeat, stealing her sleep until dawn painted shadows beneath her eyes—shadows she carefully concealed with makeup the next morning.

When she emerged from her room, her gaze drifted instinctively to the dining table. Only a two-day-old bouquet of lilies greeted her—no warm breakfast awaiting her arrival, there was no familiar presence filling the space. Though disappointment settled in her chest, regret didn’t follow. She forced her lips into a smile, willing her spirits to lift.

The kitchen felt like a stranger’s now, so different from just two weeks ago. She mechanically prepared her simple breakfast of warmed milk and bread before heading to the company.

“Is Miss Johns available?” she asked Madisyn’s assistant outside the office.

Hearing her voice, Madisyn beckoned her inside.

“I noticed there’s a music competition show coming up. I’d like to join as a mentor.” Evie’s singing skills were definitely good enough to be a mentor.

“Your schedule’s already packed tight,” Madisyn cautioned.

“Adding this would eliminate any free time. Are you certain about this?”

Evie needed the distraction of work, something to fill the hollow spaces in her mind.

“I’m sure. Work gives me purpose.”

“Very well. I’ll send the contract to your agent. You’re well-suited for this program anyway.”

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Madisyn’s greatest wish was simple—to wrap everything up and then kick back and enjoy life without a care in the world. Unfortunately, she was still chasing that elusive finish line. She couldn’t help but shake her head.

“You’re all such workaholics. I feel like the odd one out among you all.”

“Are you talking about Andrew?” Evie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I’m talking about you and Waylon. One of you is going to be on a music show, and the other flew off to Mila for work yesterday afternoon. You both act like you’re all about having fun, but you’re working so damn hard.”

“What? He’s gone to Mila?” Evie’s eyes widened, and she sprang to her feet, stunned.

“Yeah, he left in a hurry. You didn’t expect that, did you?” Madisyn said.

“Although he doesn’t seem reliable at times, when he’s focused on work, there’s no one more driven than him. His trip to Mila will probably last a while. I don’t know when we’ll see him again. Anyway, Evie, take a look at these terms. If everything looks good, I’ll send it to your agent.” Madisyn slid the laptop towards Evie.

Evie’s gaze moved to the screen, but she couldn’t focus.

“Madisyn, I trust what you’ve arranged for me. Thank you,” Evie said, before hurrying off. Madisyn glanced back at the contract and dialed Andrew’s number.

Andrew was lost in thought when he heard that Evie had asked for additional work.

He knew his sister—she wasn’t one to bury herself in work. Her unusual behavior made him wonder if he had been neglecting her too much lately.

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