Sheridan arrived at the Revelry Club.
The server on the phone had told him Willa was drunk and needed someone to pick her up.
He'd also mentioned that, aside from Sheridan, there was no one else in Willa's contacts—so he stressed that Sheridan had to come, no matter what.
When Sheridan reached the private lounge the server had described, a strong, heady scent—sweet perfume mixed with alcohol—hit him as soon as he opened the door.
He stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, and the coffee table in front of him was cluttered with empty wine bottles, scattered in disarray.
Willa was sprawled on the sofa at the far end, her hair tumbling over one side of her face, half-concealing her features.
As he got closer, the syrupy perfume grew stronger.
Sheridan had once thought distance made the heart grow fonder, but now that Willa had moved out of the Golden Age, he still found himself frowning at the scent.
It was exactly the same as it had been three years ago.
In fact, it was identical to the perfume Seren had been wearing these past few years.
Yet now, he couldn't stop himself from feeling a wave of aversion.
Sensing Sheridan's approach, Willa struggled to open her eyes, pressing her fingers to her brow.
"Sheridan, is that you? Or am I just missing you so much I'm seeing things?"
Her brow furrowed gently; her dazed, misty eyes looked heartbreakingly vulnerable.
Even drunk as she was, she still managed to say the kind of things that tugged at a man's heart.
Compared to Seren, who always seemed so distant, Willa was undeniably sweet and charming—she knew how to say the right things.
It wasn't just women who liked sweet words; men did too.
Sheridan felt his resolve soften. "It's me," he said quietly.
Willa hesitated, then gripped the edge of the sofa to pull herself up. She swayed on her feet, nearly falling.
Sheridan instinctively caught her, steadying her in his arms.
"Sheridan, I lost count of how many nights over the past three years I missed you so much it drove me crazy. But when my parents told me you were with Seren, I could only step aside and hope you'd be happy."
"But now you're so cold to me. I can't help feeling hurt."

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