Edwin squared his shoulders, bracing for the impending confrontation.
Dylan donned a deceptive smile.
âMr.
Evans, Iâve heard much about you.
Laura may not recognize you, but I do.
Itâs really something for you to pretend someone else and maintain a relationship with her for a year.
But hey, fine, itâs a consensual relationship and she was indeed happy.
So I wonât hold it against you.
â He paused, a note of sternness creeping into his voice.
âI have one simple request though.
Now that youâve parted ways with Laura, sever all ties completely.
Iâll take it from here.
Your apartment remains untouched, save for her absence.
I presume someone as charming as you wonât struggle to find companionship elsewhere.
Oh, I neglected to mention that I can be rather overly protective.
If you have a change of heart and continue to bother her in the future, I wonât hesitate to confront you physically.
At that point, I wonât care whether youâre the illustrious scion of the Evans family or not,â he cautioned.
A steely resolve etched into Edwinâs voice as he replied, âRest assured.
â
âThatâs great.
â
Dylan nodded curtly, fixing Edwin with an unwavering stare before departing.
The car door opened and slammed shut, the Black Land Rover vanishing into the distance, carrying Laura away.
She just left.
She left with another man.
As a man himself, Edwin couldnât help but sense Dylanâs affection for Laura.
Perhaps, he should be relieved that she was being taken care of.
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Deep in thought, Edwin ascended the stairs, reaching his apartment door.
It remained impeccably neat like when he left hours ago.
In fact, Laura wasnât one to keep things in their places, and it was always Edwin who would clean up after her.
Her belongings had always been scattered about, tiny trinkets of unknown origin.
Those things were still there.
Laura only took away her clothes and a few important design drafts of the studio.
The other items remained untouched, which meant she didnât want them anymore.
Edwin proceeded to the main bedroom, spotting a manâs black shirt atop the bed.
It was her favorite.
Occasionally, sheâd don this shirt while he worked in his study, snuggling into his embrace, demanding his attention.
Yet, such moments were infrequent, as she busied herself with her own pursuits.
She was undemanding, content with the smallest gestures of affection.