Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

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.noveldrama

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

“Waylon, I can tell something’s bothering you. I’m your friend. If you want to talk about it, I’m here. Maybe saying it out loud will help you feel better.”

Waylon tilted his head back and took a long, burning swig. The fiery liquid seared his throat, shaking his senses from their numb haze.

After a while, his voice finally emerged, low and rough.

“Jenny, some things can’t be said. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t know how. But I do know I’m grateful you’re here with me.”

He lifted his bottle toward her in a wordless toast. Whether she drank or not didn’t matter—he took another gulp anyway.

Jenny sighed, her features tightening with exasperation. But seeing the raw pain etched on his face, she couldn’t stop herself from protesting.

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“Waylon, you’ve had enough. If you keep going, you’ll regret it later. As your friend, I have to stop you. You hear me? No more drinking.”

Reaching out, she tried to take the bottle from his hand.

“Don’t stop me.”

Waylon shifted, keeping the bottle just out of her reach. Jenny huffed and tried again, her frustration growing.

Not far away, Evie stood frozen, watching the playful tug-of-war unfold between Waylon and the woman beside him.

Her steps, once light, suddenly felt unbearably heavy. The courage she had gathered to approach Waylon drained away in an instant. On the bench, Jenny and Waylon continued their struggle over the bottle.

Waylon was a grown man—drunk or not, he was stronger.

“Waylon, I don’t know what to do with you. You’re impossible!” Jenny groaned in defeat, throwing up her hands in surrender as she pushed back her blonde hair. As she turned her head, her sharp eyes caught sight of a woman standing in the shadows.

Jenny had good eyesight, and the woman was breathtaking. There was something about her that set her apart from the crowd. Judging by her features, she seemed to be from Waylon’s home country.

Jenny nudged Waylon’s shoulder, her curiosity piqued.

“Waylon, look over there. There’s a stunning woman watching us. She might be from the same place as you. Strange… she’s staring right at you. Do you know her?”

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Message from Noah:

Double chapters are up—one for yesterday and one for tomorrow!

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