In subsequent times, Harold had severed ties with Rena in pursuit of Cecilia, yet he inexplicably refrained from deleting this very photo. The reasons behind his decision eluded him, shrouded in an enigmatic haze.


    To be candid, Harold believed he didn’t harbor deep affection for Rena, his sentiments towards her remaining lukewarm at best.


    His treatment of Rena in days gone by left much to be desired, an unfortunate truth he readily acknowledged.


    Gazing at the photograph, his eyes entranced by its timeless capture, Harold’s focus-remained unwavering, until an abrupt knock on the door shattered the tranquility of the moment. The voice of Krista, his mother, echoed from outside the door, carrying a sense of urgency. “Harold, I have something of great importance to discuss with you.”


    He replied, swiftly stowing his phone away, as heposed himself for the impending interaction, I


    With a gentle push, Krista unlocked the door, her eyes beholding the sight of her son’s weary countenance. Pity swelled within her, yet she mustered the strength to fulfill her duty.


    “Harold, it is crucial to remember that you and Rena have severed ties. Yourmitment lies with Cecilia now. You mustn’t falter in your dedication!


    Furthermore, Rena has moved on, moving in with another man. Her reputation will inevitably suffer irreversible damage. How can we possibly embrace such a woman as our daughter-inw?”


    Krista’s words were delivered with an edge of severity, cutting through the air like a sharp de,


    Harold’s brow furrowed, his voiceced with a chill as he retorted, “She herself has chosen not to be with me.”


    Determined, he reached for his coat, fully intent on departing.


    Unyielding in her concern, Krista trailed behind him, her voiceden with curiosity. “Where are you heading, Harold?”


    “Return to the office,” themand echoed, urging Harold to reenter the familiar realm of his professional endeavors.


    Seated within the confines of his sleek sports car, Harold refrained from igniting the engine immediately.


    Instead, he closed his eyes, allowing his mother’s words to permeate his thoughts. One particr phrase, “Moving in with another man,” resonated deeply within him, unsettling his very being.


    Pondering upon the notion that had he not pushed Rena to such extents in the past, she might never have crossed paths with Waylen, let alone embark on a shared existence with him.


    Rena made her way back to the apartment just shy of five o’clock, her arrival preceding Waylen’s anticipated return at seven. Urgently, Rena busied herself with the preparation of dinner.Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    A lover of cleanliness, Rena indulged in a swift shower after sessfully crafting the evening meal.


    With a radiant demeanor, she carefully arranged the newly acquired garments she had purchased earlier that day into Waylen’s wardrobe. Surprisingly, the dresses mingled harmoniously with his suits, evoking a pleasing visual symphony.


    Eventually, Rena retrieved the items she had specifically chosen for Waylen: a pair of shirts and a meticulously crafted belt.


    Originating from esteemed international brands, these offerings carried a weighty price tag.


    As Rena envisioned the enchanting sight of Waylen adorned in these gifts, a blush crept upon her cheeks, warmth suffusing her entire being.


    In this idyllic moment, her phone abruptly rang, signaling an iing call from Waylen.


    Aware of Waylen’s less than amiable temperament, Rena found sce in the fact that since he had dered their rtionship, he would extend kindness toward her.


    “I’ve taken on a demanding case, and I’l] be workingte in the uing days,”Waylen shared, his voiceced with a hint of weariness.