Chapter 1281

Chapter 1281:

Then, she came across the news. And just like that, she got her answer. Waylon hadn’t missed her at all.

He was living a completely new life, surrounded by different women, moving from one romance to another without a second thought.

A wave of frustration tightened in Evie’s chest. But beyond the frustration, there was something deeper—worry.

The Waylon she knew wasn’t like this. He had always been disciplined, never the kind to entertain fleeting romances. But now? He was labeled a playboy, constantly seen with different women. Had he really changed that much? Or worse—had he hurt someone in the process? And the most painful thought of all… was she the reason he had become like this?

Evie’s gaze lingered on the familiar number on her phone screen. She wanted to call, to hear his voice, to ask him if any of it was true. But no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t bring herself to press the button.

Just then, the door opened. Sadie walked in and immediately noticed Evie’s distant expression. Holding her phone, lost in thought, she looked… troubled.

“Evie, are you okay?” Sadie asked, concern in her voice.

“You don’t look well. Did something happen?”

Evie lifted her gaze but couldn’t find the words to explain. She simply shook her head.

Sadie placed a glass of water in front of her, her tone softening.

“Maybe you’re just exhausted. Get some rest. I’ll wake you up later.”

Evie nodded faintly.

“Okay…”

Setting her phone aside, Evie lay down on the sofa.

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If she couldn’t make sense of her thoughts, maybe sleep was the only escape. At least in sleep, she wouldn’t have to think, wouldn’t have to feel.

With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, choosing—for now—to shut out the world.

In Madisyn’s office, she rose from her desk, having wrapped up the day’s work. Making her way to the tea station, she prepared herself a fragrant cup of flower tea, the delicate aroma filling the air.

Her phone’s gentle chime broke the peaceful silence. A glance at the screen revealed Damari’s name.

“Mr. Klein,” she greeted warmly.

A familiar chuckle resonated through the line.

“Madisyn, are you busy these days?”

“Not too busy,” Madisyn replied, settling into the plush sofa.

As their conversation flowed, it was clear that Damari treated Madisyn with all the affection of a true grandfather. After their usual pleasant exchange, he said, “Madisyn, it feels like ages since your last visit. I’ve missed you dearly. The fish in Klein Manor’s pond have grown wonderfully plump and fresh. When might you come by? I’ll have them caught specially for you in advance.”

Despite his reputation for being strong-willed and hot-tempered in his younger years—and even now maintaining a certain rigidity with others—Damari had developed a genuine soft spot for his future granddaughter-in-law. The moment those fish had reached the perfect size, he couldn’t wait to call her, knowing her appreciation for fine food.

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