Cecilia misunderstood his silence.

She raised her head, her eyes searching his face.

“Waylen, are you mad at me? I won’t meet him alone again,” she said earnestly.

Waylen replied, his voice hoarse, “Silly girl!”

How could he be angry with her?

He was simply consumed by worry, imagining how heartbroken she would be upon learning about Mark’s serious illness.

have reached an impasse, Waylen had

and Mark could really be the death of

never been

left him in

hours of the night, Waylen smoked in

a

assumed it

surprise, it was a small figure with a

cigarette and

to hold you?” he asked in a

in her white comfort blanket, Alexis hurried barefoot into Waylen’s embrace. She whispered,

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