Fiction Made Me His Wife (Freya and Louis) novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254 Waylon’s Memory

Chapter 254 Waylon’s Memory

Waylon let out a bitter laugh.

Who would’ve thought I’d ever be brought to my knees by a woman who couldn’t care less about me?

The story between me and Jasmine was… complicated.

It had all started on what seemed like an ordinary day-

At Westside Villa District, Waylon hit the gas pedal, then slammed the brakes, perfectly slotting his car into the parking space. He checked the time–still within the deadline his grandfather had set. Satisfied, he whistled, clapped his hands, yanked the handbrake, and stepped out.

Tossing his keys in the air, he wondered why his grandfather had summoned him in such a hurry.

I’d been having a great time playing poker with my buddies. What kind of guest could possibly be important enough to interrupt that?

A security guard on patrol bowed as he passed. “Good evening, Mr. Waylon.”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep up the good work. I’ll hook you up with a fat bonus for Singles‘ Day.” Waylon nodded and kept walking.

Behind him, the guard’s face fell.

So the boss is basically wishing us another year of singledom. Great.

“Wait–hold up.” Waylon backtracked two steps.

The guard turned, only to find Waylon leaning in with a conspiratorial look. “Who’s at the house today?”

“Don’t know her, but damn, she’s hot!” The guard actually sounded excited.

“You don’t know her? And she’s hot?”

“Exactly, next–level gorgeous. Not like other girls–she’s got this vibe. It’s had to explain, but it’s different.” The guard lowered his voice like he was sharing classified intel.

“Right. Got it. Keep up the good work.”

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Chapter 254 Waylon’s Memory

Waylon straightened, keeping his expression neutral as he waved the guard off. But internally, alarms were blaring.

Grandpa had been nagging me about marriage for years, especially after Louis tied the knot. His frustration was practically a physical force at this point.

I had resisted so far, but what if Grandpa had finally snapped and arranged a blind date?

Fine. Let’s see who he was trying to pawn off on me. Who in Aresmore is bold, or stupid enough to show up here knowing his stance on marriage?

“Oh, look who’s back!”

Mathilda was at the door, arms laden with groceries, her round face breaking into a grin.

“Ms. Mathilda! Looking finer than ever. Here, let me help.” Waylon reached for the bags.

She swiftly tucked them behind her back, shaking her head. “No need. Your grandfather’s waiting in the living room. Better hurry.”

Waylon tilted his head back, squinting and pursing his lips in an exaggerated pout. Mathilda’s smile only widened as she shook her head again, her expression a mix of amusement and pity, before disappearing into the kitchen.

This is bad.

Waylon sighed deeply, bending down to swap his shoes. That’s when he spotted them–a pair of vintage white cloth shoes embroidered with red plum blossoms, elegant and understated.

Crafty. Whoever this was knew Grandpa had a soft spot for traditional aesthetics.

Waylon narrowed his eyes. His guard went up another notch.

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