Chapter 1290:

Her first instinct was to turn back, but as she stood amidst the bustling streets, staring at the unfamiliar yet breathtaking cityscape, something inside her refused to retreat.

She had come this far. Would she really walk away now?

Uncertain of her next move, she clutched her phone tightly. That was when she noticed a new post on Waylon’s social media.

It was a photo of the morning sunrise. She recognized the backdrop instantly—a corner of Mila’s Fashion Square.

It wasn’t far. Evie pursed her lips. She would go take a look.

At the Fashion Square in Mila, Jenny Holmes sat on a bench, casting a frustrated glance at her best friend and business partner, Waylon.

Something was off about him. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what, but after that phone call, his entire demeanor had changed. Now, he was like a man burdened by a thousand regrets. Once the workday ended, he had dragged her here, and they had been drinking until dawn. Jenny lifted her gaze to the dimly lit sky, her thoughts interrupted when Waylon twisted open yet another bottle of beer.

She stamped her foot impatiently before speaking, her voice tinged with concern.

If you want to talk about it, I’m

tilted his head back and took a long, burning swig. The

while, his voice finally emerged,

wanted to, I wouldn’t know how. But I do know I’m grateful

her in a wordless toast. Whether she drank or not

But seeing the raw pain etched on his

com brings magic

regret it later. As

she tried to take the bottle from

“Don’t stop me.”

of her reach. Jenny huffed and tried

away, Evie stood frozen, watching the playful tug-of-war

drained away in an instant. On the bench, Jenny and Waylon

man—drunk or not,

Jenny groaned in defeat, throwing up her hands in surrender as she pushed back her blonde hair. As

breathtaking. There was something about her that set her apart from the crowd. Judging by her features, she seemed to be from Waylon’s

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