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

an ardent desire to storm into

of action would promptly annul his

his endeavors would crumble to

a heavy heart, Harold took his leave, driving

two 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, you have

the greeting with a

spanning approximately 80 square meters, brimming with cherished memories of

period, the Moore Group teetered on the precipice of bankruptcy. The members of the Moore family dwelled within this aging apartment, where

Times were arduous indeed.

of self—worth, Rena would frequently grace his presence, preparing meals

naive woman

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