NovelBar“Why persist?” she queried in a husky tone. “Let us dissolve this union expeditiously Each of us must embark on a new journey. This marriage, initially borne of Alexis’ existence, has now lost its purpose. With her absence, we…”
Waylen interjected, interrupting her train of thought.
His gaze, profound and unwavering, bore into her as he cautiously inquired in a subdued and humble manner, “If Alexis was still alive, would you return to me also?”
He skillfully phrased his query, tactfully avoiding a direct inquiry about divorce.”
He queried, “Will you come back to me?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUnaware of his subtle manipulation of words, Rena failed to grasp the underlying intention.
Gazing at the pallid sky, she murmured softly, “Regrettably, there is no if left between us.”
Waylen advanced once more, enveloping her in a gradual embrace. Before she could extract herself from his clutches, he whispered, “I will comply, Rena… Permit me to hold you for a while longer.”
Silent and tender, he clung to her.
In that moment, Waylen remained uncertain about the length of their impending separation. It could span years-two or three or perhaps an entire lifetime.
Regardless of the duration, he resolved to convince himself.
He ought to liberate her.
Studying her intently, he proposed, “Let us revisit our former abode for a meal. I will request Jazlyn to deliver the divorce papers there subsequently.”
Eventually, Rena succeeded in freeing herself from his grasp.
A faint smile graced her lips as she responded, “It is unnecessary.”
Waylen clasped her hand firmly and pleaded, “It’s just a meal, nothing more. I will sign the papers after that.”
His gaze pleaded earnestly, his determination unyielding.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFinally, Rena relented.
Taking her place in his vehicle, Rena watched as Waylen dialed Jazlyn, instructing her on his request. Evidently, Jazlyn had anticipated this arrangement well in advance, for she promptly acquiesced.
Half an hour later, Waylen steered the car toward the apartment.
Everything remained unchanged, a replica of the past.
The Rococo-style drapes, the piano and the azure vases persisted, mirroring the past. Waylen even retrieved the injured Snowball from the veterinary hospital, and the dog was now resting lazily on a cushion, soaking up the sun’s rays.
Upon Rena’s arrival, Snowball darted toward her, whimpering plaintively.
Rena reached out, her touch gentle as she caressed the creature’s head.
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