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.

she murmured with closed eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings. I comprehend why you

tinge of wistfulness washed over

tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more.

made her

Waylen watched her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows

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

she closed the safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s

gently

pressed her against the safe and pressed his lips

his chin on her shoulder,

“A little,” she confessed.

should be mine, and you should regain your memory and come back to me. But now, what matters most to me is your happiness.

her, leaving her momentarily speechless “In that case, I would be happy to see

a tender gesture, Waylen playfully

but, instead, he carried her

wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in

her, Rena instinctively wrapped her

she called

captivated her. In a soft murmur, he whispered into her

sweat subsided, leaving behind a

gently. She turned her head to gaze

through the autumn

Harold and his untimely demise occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm,

Her words held true.

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

Waylen gazed at her for a

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

Rena evaded his touch.

slender fingers, she traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said in a seductive tone, “Shouldn’t you tell me about the business

recalled the social engagement

that night, the chauffeur paid more attention

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was

extend

Moore Group

her twice, seeking her help for

by the complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t fully comprehend

the study on the

that Rena would be willing to help her. As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea, Addie stared at

undivided attention was fixed on

years passed, her beauty had

emotion welling up, almost on the verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore

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

for the sake of the more than two thousand employees

those employees were once her father’s

dared not say more

Alexis and brought her

her mother’s arms, triumphant over the

child that had won a prize that day,

up the adorable girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking, “What reward

‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for doing a great job sweeping the

Left momentarily

that moment, Waylen walked over

but he greeted her

and handed it to Addie, saying, “Pass it to the accountant

and departed, after explaining

to engage in any

to be irked by things related

feel the need to explain

cradled Marcus in her arms and

kept

ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist approaching Rena, whispering softly,

gently, signifying

of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while

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

Rena

alone on her bed while

her nightgown and approached the

intensified by the ceaseless night

a slight chill, Rena dialed Waylen’s number. After a few rings, he answered the call with tenderness, “Rena, did

nodded, recounting the dream where Harold had a tragic traffic

a hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do

She declined his offer.

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

the stack of documents on the desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to conclude the negotiation as soon as possible and return

continued chatting

Rena ended the

years younger, she might have longed for him to come back and

the line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo

relationship had improved considerably in

it was Harold’s tragic death that had eased

understood that Harold’s demise had left an indelible mark in

to make a fuss about it since Harold was

and doubts began to creep in. How much

often involved weighing the

choose to stay in their comfort zone

no improper desires for

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

his surprise, it was Ruth standing

had deliberately

in a silk pajama, she exuded

heater in my room is broken. Can

by her advances, Waylen stood firm at the

of night,

suit pants, he exuded the masculinity of a mature

he mocked, “How much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many of my subordinates are single and in need

humiliation overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him

women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status as an

words seemed to imply that

attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would

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

delivering that cutting remark, Waylen slammed

standing there, a

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