A faint smile tugged at the corners of Renaâs lips.
âHarold, have I ever given you the impression that Iâd go back to my old, pathetic self?â
Then without waiting for a response, Rena got in the car.
Ross hurriedly slammed the door behind her, glaring at Harold with unmasked disgust.
Then he trotted over to the driverâs seat and sped off.
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Harold stood glued to his spot, in a trance.
He had known Rena for over a decade now, and his feelings for her were very complicated.
He not only wanted her, but he deeply regretted breaking up with her in the first place.
When he found out that she wasnât happy in her current life, he was thinking that if he had done things differently that yearâfor example, if he didnât send Darren to prisonâthat Rena would always believe that he truly liked her.
And maybe, they wouldâve been great together.
Rena wouldâve been the perfect wife and mother to his children.
Unfortunately, he couldnât turn back time and undo his mistakesâ¦
Upon thinking of this, Haroldâs expression darkened.
He went straight to his business meeting at the club and drank himself silly.
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At nine oâclock in the evening, Harold was shit-faced.
He didnât expect to run into Waylen in the bathroom.
Obviously, Waylen was also here on business.
But their states of mind were very different.
One was drunk, while the other was completely sober.
Waylen was well-dressed in a crisp suit.
He was 35-year-old, and in men, this was their prime.
Besides, he didnât mess around with women, so he almost looked the same as before, but his temperament was much more matured and restrained.
The two menâs eyes met in the mirror.
Harold sneered, leaned against the wall, and took out a cigarette.
Taking a slow drag, Harold looked at Waylen and said, âYou come to this kind of place all dressed up.
Are you actually afraid that Rena will be unhappy?â
Waylen slowly turned off the tap and straightened his shirt in front of the mirror.
âMr.
Moore, are you so bored that you can only meddle in other peopleâs affairs?â he replied calmly.
Harold rolled his eyes.
âWaylen, you didnât defeat me.
My old self did.
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