Chapter 1333

Chapter 1333:

“Waylon…”

Ignoring Evie completely, he spoke to Jenny while walking.

“My family has pressing matters awaiting me back home. I’ll arrange for someone to drive you.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Jenny replied with gentle warmth.

“I’ll drive your car. Your sister looks radiant, and your new brother-in-law is quite handsome. They’re perfectly matched—I couldn’t be happier for them.”

“Thank you.”

The casual familiarity with which Waylon passed Jenny his keys suggested this wasn’t their first such exchange.

Seeing Jenny clearly now, Evie recognized her as the woman from Waylon’s video call—the same one she’d spotted with him that day in Mila’s park. They must have been dating for a while, Evie reflected, feeling her heart twist. But she’d already accepted this reality.

“Today’s your brother’s wedding. Why didn’t you invite your current boyfriend to share in the celebration? Actually, who are you seeing these days? I’ve encountered some interesting people overseas. I’d be happy to introduce you, if you’d like.”

Evie stood frozen, the words striking her like shards of ice. Before her stood Waylon, having just bid Jenny farewell, his imposing figure casting a shadow that seemed to engulf her. The bitter edge in his first words since returning home cut deeper than any blade.

“Waylon, you…”

Disbelief flooded her eyes as she stared at this stranger wearing Waylon’s face. The man she knew would never have wielded such cruel words as weapons.

“Did I say anything wrong? That Laurin—you cast him aside long ago, didn’t you?”

The mention of Laurinda’s fake name left Evie speechless, her silence painting a confession across her features—one that Waylon was all too eager to read.

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Deep in his pockets, Waylon’s fists clenched tight. He was desperately containing the tempest of emotions threatening to break free.

“Never mind. Clearly, you’re not wanting for male attention. I was foolish to worry.”

With that, he turned on his heel and strode away. Evie watched his retreating form, each step widening the chasm between them, countless unspoken words dying in her throat. After all, she had wounded him first. This twisted perception he held of her—she had crafted it with her own hands.

Waylon had found someone new now. There was no point in explaining, in tangling their already complicated history into tighter knots.

Let it be this way, Evie thought to herself. From this moment forward, she and Waylon would drift apart like ships in the night, their paths destined never to cross again. Perhaps then, the ache in her heart would finally cease.

Yet what could possibly fill the void he would leave behind?

Evie had no answer, but life’s relentless march demanded she move forward.

With Andrew’s wedding now a cherished memory, the practical matters of life rushed to the forefront. He faced a whirlwind of tasks: wrapping up company affairs, conducting the annual meeting ahead of schedule, arranging employee vacation dates—all before whisking Madisyn away on their honeymoon.

While the newlyweds basked in their romantic getaway, Waylon balanced his flourishing modeling career with overseeing Madisyn’s company responsibilities. His silent dedication ensured his sister could fully embrace these precious moments with Andrew, unburdened by business concerns.

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