Chapter 1289:

“If you’re tired, don’t push yourself. Let the driver take you home to rest,” he said, his voice calm but firm.

If they hadn’t spoken up, Evie would have simply buried the sadness within her, letting it fester in silence. But their concern only made the emotions she had tried so hard to suppress feel even more fragile.

A lump formed in her throat, and an aching heaviness settled in her chest. Her nose stung, and she was moments away from tears. Yet, in the shifting lights of the room, neither Madisyn nor Andrew noticed the moisture glistening in her eyes.

Evie knew she couldn’t sit there any longer. This was her brother’s birthday, a night meant for joy, and she refused to be the one to dampen the mood.

Pushing herself up, she forced her voice to remain steady.

“I’ll head back first.”

“Okay.”

her bag, she slipped

door shut behind her, she exhaled shakily, lifting a hand to her forehead as

regained some semblance of composure, she called the driver, climbed into the back seat, and let the darkness of the car wrap around her. She closed her

His voice was gentle

movement stirred.

bowl in hand, she smiled brightly, looped her arms around his neck, and leaned in to press a

to brush against his skin, Waylon’s expression suddenly shifted. His sharp gaze flickered past her, his eyes turning

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“Miss Klein, we’ve arrived.”

was momentarily disoriented, until she recognized the familiar facade of her

“Okay, thank you.”

out of the car, she went straight to

she let the water envelop her, holding her breath beneath the surface until the pressure in her

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