Female NovelWaylen couldn’t bear the mere thought of it and the weight of the emotions were overwhelming him.
Yet, he had overgrown his impulsive youthfulness. He couldn’t succumb to irrational actions solely because Rena with Robert.
He resisted the urge to rush forward, impulsively confess his love to Rena and declare his desire to marry her.
He was the one who ended things and told her that he couldn’t provide what she desired!
He perceived their breakup as commonplace. Even when he had seen her a few days ago, he didn’t really experience a sense of unbearable longing for her.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
However, upon discovering the possibility of her belongings to someone else, it had struck him profoundly!
If his longing was purely for her physical presence, there were numerous women who surpassed her in beauty and figure.
If what he sought was companionship, he was never short of company.
Given his family background and appearance, there were countless individuals who sought to curry favor with him.
Yet, only Rena had directly abandoned him upon learning that he couldn’t marry her.
The sky was illuminated by an array of fireworks.
Waylen lifted his eyes, brimming with sorrow.
However, when he looked over again, Rena and Robert had vanished!
Where could they have disappeared to?
On such a splended evening, could they have swiftly retreated to a hotel for intimacy ?
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Waylen paused, his thoughts momentarily halted.
“Set them aside somewhere! I haven’t yet determined how to handle them,” he asserted.
Claribel inquired, her curiosity piqued, “And what about the piano? It’s a gracious gift from you to Miss Gordon, purportedly named Louis XII.
I’ve heard it’s quite costly! Since you don’t play the piano, should you request Jazlyn’s assistance in managing it as well?”
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Waylen found himself at a loss for words.
“That piano is known as Morning Dew,” he finally murmured, his voice soft and restrained.
Claribel’s lips curled, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction.
Waylen directed his gaze towards the Morning Dew piano, his eyes lingering upon it. After a while, he murmured with a casual tone, “You need not concern yourself with it.”
Claribel refrained from further inquiries.