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 comprehend why you continuously aid Elvira and

of wistfulness

slowly opening, Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no need for you to be jealous

made

figure disappear into the soft shadows

saw the Light of day again, it might trigger memories of a man named

safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s

advance, she gently said,

pressed her against the safe and pressed

chin on her shoulder, he murmured, “Does his

“A little,” she confessed.

after his 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 now, what matters most to me is your happiness. If you find someone you

her, leaving her momentarily speechless “In that case, I would be happy to see you with her,” she

gesture, Waylen

he carried her

a wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in

consumed her, Rena instinctively

as she called out his name, “Waylen…

a soft murmur, he whispered into her

heat and sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense

turned her head to gaze at the

scattered through the autumn

but Waylen’s body was warm,

Her words held true.

as intense as spirits, while others

light, Waylen gazed at her for

body against hers and murmured, “Rena, don’t Lie to

Rena evaded his touch.

lines of his nose and said in a seductive tone, “Shouldn’t you

recalled the social engagement from that

that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear,

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was a

not extend her

death, the Moore Group was leaderless and

had visited her twice, seeking her help

complexity of the accounts, Addie

the study on the

As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea, Addie stared at

was fixed on the account book before

beauty had only grown more

tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her to

wept inconsolably at Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted to seek

assist for the sake of the more than two thousand employees of the

employees were once her

not say more on the

Alexis

her return, Alexis joyfully threw herself into her mother’s arms,

the only child that had won a prize

picked up the adorable girl and planted a kiss on her cheek,

Hygiene Model’!

was Left momentarily

that moment, Waylen walked over with

mildly surprised but he greeted her

of the account book. She closed it and handed it to Addie, saying, “Pass it to the

departed, after explaining to

disinclined to engage in any disputes

improper to be irked by things related

feel the need

and played

kept

couldn’t resist approaching Rena, whispering softly, “Rena,

smiled gently, signifying

enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the

also well taken care of. It appeared that the

every now and then, Rena could not

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

her

autumn was further intensified by

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

recounting the dream where

Waylen inquired, “Do you want

She declined his offer.

and with weariness evident in her voice, she asked, “Are you

replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to conclude the negotiation as soon as

continued chatting for

Rena ended the call

she might have longed for him to come back and keep her

the line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a

had improved considerably in recent

it was Harold’s tragic death that had eased

understood that Harold’s demise had left an indelible mark

better than to make a fuss about it since Harold was no Longer among the

adapted to their waning passion and doubts began to creep in. How much did

often involved weighing the advantages

choose to stay in their comfort zone after considering

no improper

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

it was Ruth

Waylen was on a business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to stay at the

she

is broken. Can I use yours?” she

Waylen stood firm at

dead of

shirt and black suit pants, he exuded the masculinity

he mocked, “How much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many

she hadn’t expected him

appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped

imply that she was nothing more

to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would never sell my

Then wrap yourself up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if

that cutting remark, Waylen slammed the door

standing there, a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed by

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