Chapter 121

Flustered, she blushed and remained silent.

On the second-floor terrace of the Fowler residence, Waylen stood, gently swaying the flowing white curtains with his slender fingers.

In a low voice, he spoke, “An old friend of my father’s has returned from Braseovell and he will be arriving here soon.

It seems I won’t be able to join you tonight.

What a curious coincidence!

Lyndon, too, had returned from Braseovell on the very same day.

Rena’s voice softened as she replied, “Treat him well, then.

Waylen nodded.

Just as he was about to say something more, a melodious voice called out from behind, “Waylen!”

Startled, he turned around.

elegant middle-aged

a hasty farewell, his voice

his face as he

“Mr.

it’s been a long

This man was Lyndon.

father had been close friends for years, admiring each other’s talents and

While it appeared.

for his concert tour, his true motive was far more profound-—he had actually

widened as he

years since we last met! I’ve heard great things about your accomplishments in

modestly brushed off the praise, engaging in a pleasant conversation with

Cecilia ascended the stairs, her

sight of

his arm, reminiscent of her

“Mr.

my father is calling for you downstairs,” she said

obliged, making his way downstairs

and

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