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After parking his car, he entered the establishment and was greeted by the melodic notes of a piano.

In the very next moment, Waylen’s eyes fell upon Rena.

She was dressed in an elegant white gown, engrossed in playing an aged piano.

Her radiance mirrored the beauty he had witnessed the first time she graced him with a performance.

With a gentle clench of his fist, Waylen felt a fleeting sense of unease.

It wasn’t because the piano produced a subpar sound; rather, he sensed that Rena was struggling. Her playing did not possess the same level of proficiency as before.

Perhaps she had not fully recovered, he speculated.

As Rena concluded her performance, he softly called out to her, “Rena!”

At the sound of his voice, Rena’s body froze momentarily.

However, she composed herself and turned her head, maintaining an air of calmness.

“Mr. Fowler?” Her tone was courteous, as if she were addressing an ordinary acquaintance.

Waylen surveyed his surroundings.

He found himself surrounded by mostly elderly people, their hair now turned white, all casting curious gazes in his direction.

Waylen, speaking with a gentle tone, expressed, “May I have a moment alone with you?”

Finally, Rena obliged and led him to the tea room.

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Inside a quaint wooden cottage, a grand French window adorned with an abundance of blooming flowers and lush plants caught their attention.

With a dignified presence, Waylen settled into his seat.

Rena gracefully poured a cup of tea for him and casually remarked, “We don’t have fine coffee or wine here. Black tea is our finest offering. Please make do with it.”

Waylen’s purpose for being here extended beyond the realms of tea; such matters did not concer him.

Seated across from each other, the warmth of the black tea enveloped their surroundings.

Waylen initiated the conversation, inquiring, “How are you doing?”

Rena lowered her gaze, delicately sipping the black tea, After a prolonged moment, she responded softly, “Not bad, Quite well, actually.”

From his pocket, Waylen retrieved a letter,

Rena recognized it as the invitation she had discarded, inviting her to attend the prestigious music school in Flirean, How could it now be in Waylen’s possession?

Waylen gently tapped the envelope with his fingers.

His gaze fixed upon Rena, he asked, “Are you still planning to go to Flirean? I heard you play the piano earlier. Is your foot still not fully healed?”

Rena tenderly touched her leg.

It… would never fully recover.

All that remained of their relationship was the injury inflicted upon her foot.

She would never ascend to the heights of a distinguished pianist. There was no longer a need to pursue Flirean and she would be unable to drive in the future… This was the price she had paid.

Yet Waylen remained unscathed.

Rena harbored no complaints. Her smile remained intact. “Thank you for your concern. I believe I won’t be going there.”

She spoke with a lightness in her tone.

However, Waylen felt an acute pang in his heart.

Rena had once declared that unless he offered his heart to her, she would not accept him.

Now, he yearned to give his everything to her… she no longer desired him.

Waylen refrained from further inquiries. Another question would cross the threshold, breaching the delicate balance. Slowly savoring the last sip of his black tea, he gazed at the setting sun. Then, with utmost tenderness, he suggested, “Allow me to drive you home.”

Waylen added, his voice laced with determination, “Your car is still in the garage and in a pitiful state. I will purchase a brand new car for you.”

Rena tightly clutched the cup, fighting to suppress her swirling emotions.

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She locked her gaze onto Waylen and offered a smile. “Mr. Fowler, we have ended our relationship. I have received the compensation for the break-up and have already moved my belongings. Jazlyn should have inventoried your possessions. We are now even.”

“I don’t desire that BMW,” she continued.

“And as for the new car you plan to buy, I have no need for it either.”

Rena rose from her seat and swung open the wooden door.

Remaining composed, she spoke in a calm and polite manner. “I have a class to teach shortly, Mr. Fowler. Please leave. From this moment onward… there is no necessity for us to cross paths again.”

She was ushering him away.

Waylen’s gaze delved into profound depths.

He observed Rena, yet failed to discern any trace of affection on her countenance.

Was this the same Rena who fearlessly nestled in his arms, eagerly kissed him, and implored for more?

Was she the Rena who blushed at his presence and became enraptured with the mere touch of his hand?

She had wholly retracted all her sentiments.

Waylen suddenly came to realize that he was the one who had been indulged.

Rena had moved on, while he remained unable to overcome his longing for her.

At that moment, Waylen suddenly thought of Harold. When Harold realized what he had missed, did he too experience the same feelings that now plagued Waylen?

Two days later, Waylen’s path crossed with Harold’s.

A fortuitous social gathering unfolded within the opulent confines of a private suite at the Mellowny Club.

Harold leisurely blew a smoke ring into the air, casting a sidelong glance at Waylen.

It was evident that Harold had been repressed for quite some time.

Seeing Waylen in such low spirits was a rare occurrence and Harold couldn’t resist the urge to provoke him further.

Extending hospitality, Harold poured a glass of wine for Waylen.

“Are you feeling down?” he inquired.

of brandy, Waylen swiftly downed its contents in one gulp. “I’m

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of 22, peacefully asleep at a dining table. She appeared more youthful in the image and the background revealed that it wasn’t

squinted, his gaze fixated on

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and wait for me at night as well. It was not special. Soon enough, she will forget about you and fall in love with Tyrone. She’ll cook for him, tie his tie and, perhaps…

chuckled softly. “You’re aware of Tyrone’s close

time and engaged

bore witness to the escalating conflict. When Waylen unleashed his wrath, his icy

a womanizer, Harold stood no chance against Waylen’s superior physical

happened to be present

you doing this? You know he’s already unhappy. I can’t believe

clearly impaired his

but I genuinely care for

hurt her so deeply for

longer. He earnestly advised, “You’re drunk, Harold. Don’t

to remain silent, his

from the corner of his mouth, he hissed vehemently, “Every time you visit Elvira, have you

understand why she agreed to go to Flirean. But now, she has finally come

ready to strike

nothing could stop Harold. Observing Waylen’s readiness to retaliate, the others present decided to allow them to settle their differences through

confines of the enclosure,

pristine white shirt bore crimson stains, remnants of

he ignited a cigarette, allowing the smoke to waft

he foeceandy. acknowledged the truth in some

balanced, yet concealed beneath

had taken her sacrifices for

the truth; Waylen had callously disregarded Rena’s emotions as

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smoke at a

an air of nobility that

an affair with an escort named Lillian,

once

Waylen regarded her, thus, upon their current meeting, thoughts of him consumed her. Even if this man desired nothing more than a fleeting liaison, she would find contentment

Waylen captivated Lillian’s attention.

visage. “Mr. Fowler,

Waylen possessed discerning tastes.

intense aversion towards any

consumed alcohol, he forcefully pushed Lillian away, causing her slender frame

commotion, the club manager hurriedly made his way

like a trivial

Lillian’s face with clarity, he was struck by

a forceful kick, he barged open the door to a

Lillian didn’t know better. You are the bigger person here. Please find it

himself

a cigarette, savoring its slow

Waylen’s presence stirred a fiery desire within

closer,” Waylen

her heart

her but as his brows furrowed, she dared not make a move. Instead, she tilted

chin, scrutinizing her from

was a resemblance between her and

interest in Lilian, the manager interjected, “Lillian is exceptionally skilled at attending to people’s

you should

crimson lips, a

released his grip

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speaking in an indifferent tone. “Here are two options for you. First, don’t debase yourself with that face. Leave this place and conduct yourself with dignity. Second, if you truly wish to engage in such pursuits, consider undergoing plastic surgery… However, if I ever catch sight of you in such establishments, wearing that face,

in fear,

was on the

had Lillian’s

demeanor, Waylen placed a check on the table and declared, “Duerfron may be vast but I possess the power to

the manager collapsed

intellect. The moment he inquired around, he

resemblance to his

help but think that Waylen

she was not his woman. Who was he

for Lillian’s return to her hometown, pleading with her to

a risk

was in a state

dispatched a driver to escort him home. However, when they reached the

bring himself to

was no longer

had always exercised self-restraint and rarely succumbed to inebriation. Yet tonight, he found himself lying on the roadside, expelling the contents of his stomach into the darkness. As he gradually regained sobriety, he stood alone beneath the glow

the very spot where Rena had fed that

departed, taking everything with her,

with nothing to remind him of

he couldn’t resist calling out her name, “Rena. Rena…

a slender

It was Elvira.

extended moment, witnessing his intoxicated state and his longing gaze directed towards

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Rena… She pondered whether Waylen

Elvira’s

her at the hospital, even when she

for Elvira, as if she held no significance

wondered if Waylen regretted his

approached him, attempting to lend

muttered, “Get lost! I don’t want to see you… Rena will be unhappy

stood in shock. “Waylen, I

retreat, Waylen hastily

moment, Rena would never return, even though deep down he knew that Rena would never come

Harold had suggested, Rena merely needed to heal her wounds, fall in love with

of the night, Elvira trembled

She had lost.

desperation to hold onto Waylen, she had repeatedly slashed her wrists, resulting in a

appearance had diminished after losing copious amounts of blood… she had

were consumed

Elvira sneered bitterly.

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hours of the morning, Rena received

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her music studio all congratulated her with great enthusiasm and, even Paisley, who currently resided in Rouemn, called to offer her congratulations. “Rena, this is truly cause for celebration. I am tempted to open a bottle of champagne in your

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decline Rena’s offer, as she did not wish for Rena to

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Rena’s company grew strong within her, compelling

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cheerful moment, Rena’s secretary approached and relayed, “Miss Gordon, a Miss Coleman

Miss Coleman…

Rena’s smile faded.

the surveillance camera in the reception room is on, and then kindly

surmised that there must be some underlying matter between the two individuals, prompting her to promptly carry out the

as well. She inquired of Rena, ‘Are you

Rena smiled.

appear as though she’ll give me any respite? If I don’t present her with a substantial offering, I fear I’ll

concerned for Rena’s

privy to all the details through Tyrone, Vera felt a surge of anger

it, stating that there was no need to