Harold had previously witnessed Rena’s captivating charm when she engaged in such intimate gestures with him.

His emotions surged, fueling a blaze of anger within him, prompting his fists to clench tightly.

Overwhelmed by Rena’s painful yet joyful groan, Harold succumbed to an impulsive urge, striking the adjacent wall with a forceful punch.

Crimson droplets adorned the wall’s surface, creating a splattered canvas of blood.

Harold’s hand, wounded from the impact, bled profusely.

the pain, remaining motionless as his countenance

moment transpired, wherein Harold harbored an ardent desire to

comprehended that such a course of

crumble to naught in

heart, Harold took his leave, driving

years and the security guard still retained vivid recollections of him. As his vehicle rolled into the premises, the guard extended a warm welcome, exclaiming, “Mr. Moore,

acknowledged the greeting

approximately

aging apartment, where Harold’s mother would haggle

Times were arduous indeed.

presence, preparing meals for him and

a naive

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