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Paisley let out a sigh, …. differences between Rena and Waylen.
She knew that Rena could have anything she desired if she were willing.
Yet, Rena refused to depend on Waylen!
Paisley felt a mixture of sympathy and admiration for Rena.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHaving attended countless such gatherings, Paisley possessed the ability to invigorate the atmosphere with a few well-chosen words. “Allow Rena to take a break. Mr. Williams, I shall join you in a drink.”
Mr. Wilhams, the esteemed owner of a six-star hotel, had previously encountered Rena and was acquainted with her status as Waylen’s girlfriend.
Observing the pressure Rena faced to entertain the guests and consume alcohol, he couldn’t directly intervene. Instead, he discreetly sent a message to Waylen.
Rena hurried to the restroom.
A sense of discomfort overwhelmed her, yet she could not bring herself to vomit.
Switching on the faucet, she splashed her face with cold water, experiencing a modicum oi relief.
However, the effects of the alcohol persisted, leaving her inebriated.
Within the confines of the restroom, she discerned the silhouette of a slender figure, unable to determine if it was reality or a figment of her imagination. Her gaze fixated upon the man, her eyes slightly reddened.
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Waylen approached, calmly tending to his own handwashing.
Rena uttered not a word, merely leaning against the cool wall as she observed him.
With deliberate slowness, Waylen rinsed his hands.
A protracted silence lingered between them. Eventually, Rena ascertained that this encounter was not a figment of her imagination; indeed, they had crossed paths.
She refrained from uttering a single word and turned to leave.
Softly, Waylen spoke from behind. “Rena, is this the life you truly desire?”