Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

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.”

Grabbing her bag, she slipped out of the private room.

The moment the door shut behind her, she exhaled shakily, lifting a hand to her forehead as if to steady herself—when in reality, she was wiping away the tears that had finally escaped.

Once she had 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 eyes, unwilling to turn on the light.

In a villa abroad, Waylon carried a steaming bowl of soup into the bedroom. His voice was gentle as he called out, “Honey, try the soup I just made.”

From beneath the blankets, a delicate movement stirred. Then, a beautiful blonde woman emerged.

Seeing Waylon approach with the bowl in hand, she smiled brightly, looped her arms around his neck, and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek.

But just as her lips were about to brush against his skin, Waylon’s expression suddenly shifted. His sharp gaze flickered past her, his eyes turning distant and unreadable.

“Miss Klein, we’ve arrived.”

The driver’s voice pulled Evie back to reality. Her eyelids fluttered open. She was momentarily disoriented, until she recognized the familiar facade of her villa outside the window. Only then did it dawn on her that Waylon and the blonde woman had been nothing more than a dream.

“Okay, thank you.”

Stepping out of the car, she went straight to the bathroom.

Lowering herself into the bathtub, she let the water envelop her, holding her breath beneath the surface until the pressure in her lungs forced her to rise.

Hesitation only breeds chaos. It was only now that she realized—she had never truly found a way to forget him.

And if she couldn’t forget him… if there was still unfinished business between them… then why not go to him?

The thought struck like lightning, and once it took root, there was no silencing it.

Before she could second-guess herself, she grabbed her phone. Acting purely on impulse, she booked a ticket to Mila.

Hours later, in the quiet depths of the night, she boarded a plane bound for Mila. It wasn’t until she stepped off the plane and felt the crisp wind against her face that the remnants of alcohol in her system fully faded, and the weight of what she had done crashed down on her. She had flown all the way to Mila just to find Waylon. The realization was almost laughable.noveldrama

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