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.

sofa, she murmured with closed eyes, “Now, I understand your

of wistfulness washed over

tinged with detachment. “Harold is no

she made her

seated, Waylen watched her retreating figure disappear into

that when it saw the Light of day again,

safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s presence behind

she gently said, “I’m a

silence, he pressed her against the safe and pressed

on her shoulder, he murmured,

“A little,” she confessed.

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 love, I

that case, I would be happy to see you with her,”

gesture, Waylen

instead, he carried her gently

his dissatisfaction,

consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped

as she called out his name,

murmur, he whispered into

and sweat subsided, leaving behind a

her head to gaze at the hazy darkness

scattered through the autumn

body was warm, which offered solace.

Her words held true.

as spirits, while

the dim light, Waylen gazed at her for a

his 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

the social engagement from that

“On that night, the chauffeur paid more

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was

extend

Harold’s death, the Moore Group was

had visited her twice, seeking her help for the

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

invited her to the

her. As they sat in the

fixed on the account book

years passed, her beauty had

verge of tears. Her brother had left

at Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted to seek her help, she even refused to see

with composure, “I am willing to assist for the sake of the more than two thousand

were once her father’s

say more

collected Alexis and

threw herself into her mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize she

that had won a

and planted a kiss on her cheek,

proudly, Alexis replied, “I was named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for

Left

moment, Waylen walked

spotting Addie, he seemed mildly surprised but he greeted her

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

and departed, after explaining to Waylen the

In truth, he was disinclined to engage

improper to be irked by

the

arms and played with

kept

study exuded a warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t

smiled gently, signifying

enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of

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

then, Rena could not

dream, lying alone

herself in her nightgown and approached

further intensified by the ceaseless night

After a few rings,

dream where Harold had a tragic traffic

hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you want me to come

She declined his offer.

weariness evident in her voice, she asked,

“Not yet. I want to conclude

continued chatting

ended the call

years younger, she might have longed for him to come

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

had improved considerably in

it was Harold’s tragic death that had eased the

down, Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had left an

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

began to creep in.

weighing the

choose to stay in their comfort zone after

improper desires for other

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

surprise, it was

was on a business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted

a silk pajama, she exuded

heater in my room is broken. Can I use yours?” she

by her advances, Waylen stood firm at

in the dead of night, he remained

black suit pants, he exuded the masculinity of a

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

humiliation overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to be so

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

seemed to imply that she was

“Mr. Fowler, I would

with disdain, “Really? Then wrap yourself up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of

delivering that cutting remark, Waylen slammed the door

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

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