Rena was stunned.
Haroldâs wounded pride manifested as a sharp rebuke.
âAnswer me.
â The hold on Renaâs arm turned painful.
She blinked, her realization dawning that Haroldâs ego had been stung, prompting his unanticipated visit.
But what was their relationship? And why was Harold treating her this way?
Rena, resolute, sought to clarify the situation.
âWhat about you, Harold? What are your intentions? You know I harbor feelings for you, yet you persistently keep me at armâs Length.
â
Harold gazed into Renaâs eyes.
Two youthful souls, equally impassioned, exchanged tense breaths.
After a prolonged silence, Renaâs voice grew husky.
âBefore your inquiry, had you already considered accepting the investment?â
Harold stood taken aback.
Embarrassment etched across his features, for Rena had gleaned his intentions.
Initially, his designs revolved around forming a connection with Rena to secure Darrenâs trust.
Over the subsequent years, as the Moore Group amassed staggering debts, the blame would inevitably fall upon Darren.
Now, however, his plan lay in shamblesâ¦
Although the Moore Groupâs crisis had been averted and Renaâs well-being seemingly safeguarded, Haroldâs reactions had become increasingly convoluted.
Arriving with a distinct purpose, he grappled with his own motives.
Rena saw through his facade.
Underneath the dim glow of a streetlamp, Harold stood rigid.
After a protracted silence, his voice emerged huskily.
âYou can go back.
â
Rena lowered her gaze, adjusting her coat, and began the slow journey homeward.
The night breeze carried a chill, her nose tinged with red, and her eyes slightly dampened.
Tears fell.
Unrequited love met an end before she could confess her feelings.
Haroldâs choice lay painfully clear.
Beneath the dense canopy of a tree, Haroldâs elongated shadow bore a poignant loneliness.
His gaze traced Renaâs receding figure.
In that fleeting moment, he yearned to halt her, to declare that the billion-dollar infusion was irrelevant.
What truly mattered was her.
Yet, ultimately, he remained silent.
He watched Renaâs departure, a silent spectator to her fading presence.
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Returning home, Rena found herself in a subdued mood.
Darrenâs comforting hand landed on her back.
âItâs my fault.
I didnât anticipate your emotional state.
â
Rena shook her head, embracing Darren, and confided in a soft whisper âDad, I know you Love me the most.
You did this because Harold doesnât reciprocate my feelings.
â
Darren affectionately ruffled her hair.
âWho could resist my baby?â Eloise joined them with a dish, feigning annoyance at the intimate display.
âDarren, youâre spoiling her rotten.
Rena is 20 now.
Sheâs more than capable of managing her own affairs.
â
Darren said with a smile, âSays the one who tucks Rena in every night.
â Their laughter resonated warmly.
Renaâs spirits Lifted, prompting her to indulge in two bowls of rice.
As night fell, Rena wrestled with her emotions, ultimately resolving to move on from Harold.
Just as she was about to drift into sleep, her phone emitted a WhatsApp notification.
Upon seeing the message, she was stunned, the image before her evoking an exhilarating rush.
It was a photograph of a shirtless man, an enticing allure exuding from every contour of his form.
Glistening water droplets seemed poised to cascade down his smooth skin, pooling within the folds of a bath towel, and his well-defined abdominal musclesâ¦
The man in the image was Waylen.