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.

eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings. I comprehend

wistfulness

tinged with detachment. “Harold

made her

retreating figure disappear into the

that when it saw the Light of day again, it might trigger memories

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

advance, she gently said, “I’m a little weary

the safe and pressed his lips against

on her shoulder, he murmured, “Does

“A little,” she confessed.

her voice soft and sincere. “We came to know each other 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

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

Waylen playfully

he

a wordless expression of his dissatisfaction,

Rena instinctively wrapped her arms

as she

In a soft murmur, he whispered into

subsided, leaving behind a sense of

breathed gently. She turned her head to gaze at

scattered through the autumn

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

Her words held true.

various forms, some as intense as spirits,

Waylen gazed at her

he tenderly pressed his body against hers and murmured,

Rena evaded his touch.

her slender fingers, she traced the exquisite lines of his nose and

the social engagement from

chauffeur paid

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was

not extend her condolences for

Group

twice, seeking her help for the Moore Group’s

of the accounts, Addie

the study

expect that Rena would be willing to help her. As they

on

beauty had only grown

a surge of emotion welling up, almost on the verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her to say in a hushed tone, “Rena,

Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted to seek her

willing to assist for

of those employees were once her father’s

dared not say more

Alexis and brought her

her mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize

a prize that day, and even

planted a kiss on her cheek, asking, “What reward did

was named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher

Left

that moment, Waylen

he seemed mildly surprised but

handed it to Addie,

Addie thanked her and departed, after explaining to Waylen the

In truth, he was disinclined to engage in any disputes due to

improper to be irked by

the need to explain

her arms and played with him for

kept company with

a warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist approaching

smiled gently, signifying

the ensuing days, a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while

were also well taken care of. It appeared that

every now and then, Rena could not help

awake in the midst of a dream, lying alone

wrapped herself in her nightgown and approached

autumn was further intensified

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

recounting the dream where Harold

a hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you

She declined his offer.

in her voice, she asked,

replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want

chatting for a

ended the call

if she were a few years younger, she might have

up

had improved

it was Harold’s tragic death that had eased the tension between

that Harold’s demise had left an indelible

about it since Harold was no Longer among

began to

weighing the advantages

in their comfort zone after considering all the

Waylen had no improper

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

his surprise, it

business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her

a silk pajama, she exuded a captivating sexual

Fowler, the heater in my room is broken. Can I use

her advances, Waylen stood

dead of

a white shirt and black suit pants, he exuded the masculinity of

Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many of my subordinates are single and

she hadn’t expected him to

time she saw him, though he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had

to imply that

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

doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of

remark, Waylen slammed the door

dead of night, Ruth found herself standing there, a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed by the

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