NovelBarWaylen politely escorted Brandon out, and soon Jazlyn entered the office. She asked, “Mr. Fowler, would you like me to investigate young Mr. Carson’s current whereabouts? He often uses electronic devices, so I believe we can locate him within half a day.”
Waylen took a sip of his coffee, smiling faintly.
“Mr. Carson has pampered his son too much. If you ask me, boys need to face challenges on their own.”
Jazlyn couldn’t help but remain silent after Waylen’s statement.
She had a feeling that Waylen had even purposely made that comment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLeaving the office, Jazlyn went about her own tasks while Waylen took out his phone and opened his photo album. Among the pictures was a captivating photo of Rena playing the piano—a moment frozen in time that exuded beauty.
He stared at the photo for a long while, reminiscing about their intimate moments together. It then dawned on him that they didn’t even have a single photo together, despite the closeness they once shared.
Waylen gently caressed the photo on his phone, lost in bittersweet memories.
In recent days, Rena had been ignoring Waylen, still harboring resentment towards him.
She resented his words from that fateful night.
She felt abandoned when she needed him the most but he was nowhere to be found.
She blamed him for his harsh actions against the Larson family.
Unbeknownst to her, even if she hadn’t made the promise, Waylen would never have gone through with anything against Hyatt. Her lack of trust in him made her acquiesce too easily.
A bitter smile formed on Waylen’s face as he contemplated his deserved fate.
After finishing work, he drove to Rena’s music studio.
Rena had just finished her work and was sitting in her newly purchased
champagne-colored BMW. Since she couldn’t drive, there was a driver in the front seat.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWaylen couldn’t see the driver’s face through the half-open tinted window, but he could sense that the person was young and good-looking, standing tall.
A slight unease crept over Waylen, but he knew he had to digest this discomfort himself.
It was indirectly his fault that Rena couldn’t drive, and the matter concerning Tyrone made him hesitant to inquire about Rena’s personal affairs.
As the BMW slowly passed by, Waylen caught a glimpse of Rena’s face through the open back window. He could even hear her speaking to the person in the front seat in a tender voice.
Waylen remained still, his heart sinking.
After a while, he mustered the courage to send Rena a message—”Why do you need such a young driver?”
But Rena didn’t reply to Waylen for a long time.
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