NovelEnglishA faint smile tugged at the corners of Rena’s lips. “Harold, have I ever given you the impression that I’d go back to my old, pathetic self?”
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 driver’s seat and sped off.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHarold 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 wasn’t happy in her current life, he was thinking that if he had done things differently that year—for example, if he didn’t send Darren to prison—that Rena would always believe that he truly liked her.
And maybe, they would’ve been great together.
Rena would’ve been the perfect wife and mother to his children.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t turn back time and undo his mistakes…
Upon thinking of this, Harold’s expression darkened. He went straight to his business meeting at the club and drank himself silly.
At nine o’clock in the evening, Harold was shit-faced.
He didn’t 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.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWaylen was well-dressed in a crisp suit. He was 35-year-old, and in men, this was their prime. Besides, he didn’t mess around with women, so he almost looked the same as before, but his temperament was much more matured and restrained.
The two men’s 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, “You come to this kind of place all dressed up. Are you actually afraid that Rena will be unhappy?”
Waylen slowly turned off the tap and straightened his shirt in front of the mirror.
“Mr. Moore, are you so bored that you can only meddle in other people’s affairs?” he replied calmly.
Harold rolled his eyes.
“Waylen, you didn’t defeat me. My old self did.”
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