Rena turned her head.

Addie approached Rena slowly, her voice hoarse from crying. “Before my brother passed away, he asked me to give you two things. He said he wanted you to have a look.”

There was a necklace and a key.

Addie covered her mouth and continued, “Harold bought them especially for you.”

In silence, Rena took the items from Addie’s hands.

Addie sniffled and said, “Rena, my mother has no courage to face you.

She asked me to apologize to you. She said if she could have convinced my brother back then, maybe you and he could have Lived a happy life.

He really… liked you. Rena, what I fear most is that you don’t want to believe that he loved you… In the past few years, he had had a bad time.”

Rena was also going through a difficult time.

Whose first Love was not unforgettable?

And Harold’s death was untimely.

Rena sat in the car, her expression thoughtful. Ross, the driver, spoke softly. “Mrs. Fowler, shall we head home now or…”

Rena lowered her head, holding the key in her hand.

“I want to go somewhere,” she said softly.

Without further questions, Ross drove her to an old neighborhood in the east of the city. He considerately stayed in the car, giving Rena the space she needed.

Alone, Rena ascended the stairs.

Many years ago, the Moore family had lived here temporarily, in an 80-square-meter apartment.

Back then, Rena often cooked for Harold.

He was always so busy…

Whenever he returned, she would be dozing off on the table.

This was where she had spent her youth.

As Rena opened the door, she found the interior Largely unchanged, but there were some new additions that indicated someone came here often to clean. There was even a plate of washed fruit on the table.

A large painting hung on the wall.

It depicted Harold and Rena, a group photo from their college days.

In her early twenties, Rena had confessed her love for Harold at that time…

Their group photo was also placed by the bedside in the bedroom.

After standing quietly for a while, Rena made her way to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was stocked with plenty of fruits and vegetables. With composure, she took some out and proceeded to make two simple dishes and a soup, Harold’s favorite.

Once done, she set the dishes on the table.

Rena thought that if souls existed, Harold would remember to come back for the meat.

As she left, she left the key behind.

She knew she would never return.

Walking down the stairs, the cold night breeze brushed against her face.

Rena didn’t know if life would have been better without Harold’s betrayal, but she understood there was no turning back. She had Loved Harold, and now, all she could do for him after his death was to prepare a meal…

*

As Rena descended the stairs, she was met with a slightly chaotic scene.

Aline had arrived, accompanied by several members of the Moore family.

Addie, Harold’s sister, pulled Aline and cried, “My brother has passed away. Aline, why are you still causing a scene here?”

Aline was utterly distraught.

Her heart raced, and she seemed to be on the verge of losing control.

Staring at Rena, she shouted, “He died for you! He came to me and pleaded for you. Even when he left, he went to see you. He was dying, and he still had you on his mind… He made sure this place was well-kept and came to clean it every week. Rena, do you ever think about him?”

Aline’s emotions were a whirlwind of desperation and jealousy.

She appeared almost mad, and those around her tried to calm her down.

With composure, Rena replied, “I’m married.”

Her marriage meant she couldn’t dwell on her former lover.

Harold was gone…

While Rena felt a hint of sadness, she couldn’t reciprocate the same love they once shared. Their connection had merely been a missed opportunity, not to mention the fact that Harold had almost ruined the Gordon family.

Ross opened the car door for Rena.

She stepped into the vehicle, her nose reddened from suppressed emotions. In a low voice, she said, “Let’s go.”

The black Limousine pulled away slowly.

Meanwhile, Aline continued to create a scene. She had been the one who had a physical relationship with Harold before his death, yet he still thought about Rena when he was dying. The Moore family had even entrusted Rena with Harold’s most precious possession.

As the autumn night grew darker, the rain poured heavier.

Aline knelt on the ground, tears flowing uncontrollably.

It was already past midnight when Rena came back to the villa, a sense of peace settling over her.

Within the hall, bathed in a soft glow from the lamps, Waylen sat, cradling a glass of crimson wine in his hand.

Exhausted, Rena removed her coat and settled down beside him.

With gentleness in her voice, she requested, “Waylen, would you mind pouring me a glass of red wine?”

His gaze spoke volumes, revealing profound emotions that stirred within.

Yet, despite the emotions that Lingered, he poured her a glass of wine, watching as she sipped from it.

As the wine’s warmth enveloped her, Rena felt a subtle flush on her cheeks.

against the sofa, she murmured with closed eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings. I

wistfulness washed over

the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no

she made her

figure disappear into the soft shadows on

safe, knowing that when it saw the Light

safe’s door, she

she gently said,

he pressed her against the safe and pressed his

shoulder, he

“A little,” she confessed.

betrayal. You Lost your memory because of me. I believed that you should be mine, and you should regain your memory and come back to me. But

I would be happy

a tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled on

didn’t protest but, instead, he carried her

wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

desires consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped

out hoarse as she called out his name, “Waylen…

murmur, he whispered

heat and sweat subsided, leaving behind a

gently. She turned her head

moonlight scattered through the autumn

occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips as she replied,

Her words held true.

on various forms, some as intense as spirits, while others

light, Waylen gazed

he tenderly pressed his body against hers and murmured, “Rena, don’t Lie

Rena evaded his touch.

and said in

recalled the social engagement

Rena’s body and kissed her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear, I

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was

extend

Harold’s death, the Moore Group was

seeking her help for the Moore Group’s

complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t fully

her to the study

didn’t expect that Rena would be willing to help her. As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea,

fixed on the

the years passed, her beauty had

on the verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the

when I attempted to seek her

composure, “I am willing to assist for the sake of

those employees were

say more on

collected Alexis and brought her

joyfully threw herself into her mother’s arms, triumphant

child that had won a prize that day, and even

picked up the adorable girl and planted a kiss on her

Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for

was Left

Waylen walked over with

mildly surprised but he greeted her with a reserved

finished the verification of the account book. She closed it and handed it to Addie, saying, “Pass it to the accountant and have him

her and departed, after

he was disinclined to engage in any disputes

be improper to be irked by

feel the need to

cradled Marcus in her arms and played

Waylen kept company with

couldn’t

gently, signifying

sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the

were also well taken care of. It appeared that the once-violent quarrel between them

now and then, Rena

a dream, lying alone on her bed while Waylen was away on a business trip

wrapped herself in her

was further intensified by the ceaseless night

dialed Waylen’s number. After a few rings, he answered the

recounting the dream where Harold had

Waylen inquired, “Do you

She declined his offer.

with weariness evident in her

the stack of documents on the desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet.

chatting for a

ended the call

if she were a few years younger, she might have longed for him to come back and keep her

after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo of Rena and gazed at it quietly for

had improved

was Harold’s tragic death that had eased the tension

down, Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had left an indelible mark in Rena’s

than to make a fuss about

doubts began to creep

love often involved weighing

stay in their comfort zone after considering all

Waylen had no improper desires for

away his phone, he was about to resume his work when a soft knock resounded

it was Ruth

trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to stay

in a silk pajama, she exuded a captivating sexual

room is

by her advances, Waylen stood firm

dead of

pants, he

mocked, “How much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you

hadn’t expected him to

treated women with grace and politeness. She had

seemed to imply that she was nothing

Lips, Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I

don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this gets out, your tiny company won’t survive for

remark, Waylen slammed the door

there, a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed

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