Chapter 1339

Chapter 1339:

Yet Waylon’s tender devotion and steadfast support had become her most cherished memories—precious moments that no amount of wealth could purchase. Such deep-rooted feelings couldn’t be erased by mere willpower.

People evolved with time, but there was no turning back the hands of the clock. Evie released a weary sigh, letting her head fall back against the sofa, exhausted from the emotional weight.

Meanwhile, in the romantic streets of Seleni, Madisyn and Andrew strolled hand in hand along ancient cobblestone paths steeped in history. Though both had wandered these streets before, sharing them together cast everything in a new light.

Madisyn gestured toward an upcoming alley, her face aglow with enthusiasm.

“On my previous visits, I never followed the typical tourist routes you find online. Instead, I let my heart guide me, wandering wherever my curiosity led. That’s how I discovered so many hidden treasures. Today, I want to share them all with you.”

Andrew carried her bag while holding her hand, content to follow wherever Madisyn’s spirit of adventure might lead them. Through her eyes, Seleni—a country he’d once found unremarkable—transformed entirely. Even the gentle breeze seemed to whisper of new possibilities with Madisyn by his side.

As they entered a charming artisan’s workshop filled with handcrafted sculptures, Madisyn suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

“Look at that little girl,” she whispered, pointing with excitement.

“I made that,” Madisyn said.

Andrew turned to look. A sculpture of a little girl stood before him, no more than a meter tall, yet her features radiated an innocent charm. As he studied the girl, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something about her expression that reminded him of Madisyn. Curious, he voiced his thoughts.

Madisyn’s lips curled into a shy smile.

“I sculpted this when I was much younger,” she admitted, gently lifting the hand Andrew was holding.

“But this time, I want to create something new—with you. A special piece for our marriage.”

Andrew’s expression softened.

“Whatever you want, I’ll do it with you.” Drawing inspiration from the way their hands fit together, their wedding rings glinting on their fingers, they worked side by side, turning their vision into reality.

By the time they stepped out of the sculpture studio, night had fallen. The cool evening breeze accompanied them as they drove to a renowned restaurant, famous for its stunning city views.

At their table, delicate floral arrangements and scattered rose petals set the scene, blending seamlessly with the glow of the city skyline. Andrew had reserved the best seats, ensuring they had an unobstructed view of the breathtaking nightscape as they enjoyed their meal.

Madisyn propped her chin in her palm, her voice tinged with awe.

“I’ve never seen the city from this view before.”

Andrew carefully chose dishes that suited her tastes, then turned to her, his gaze warm.

“You’ve shared your story with me. I also want to share mine—every scenery I’ve seen, every hidden trail I’ve discovered.” His words gave Madisyn pause. Her eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, he was the only thing she saw.

“I’ve caught glimpses of it before,” she murmured.

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