NovelEnglishRena, already weighed down by her emotions, had no desire to engage with Harold.
Yet, he grabbed her arm, forcefully pulling her out of the car.
The cold night wind bit at their skin as they faced each other.
Harold, cigarette in hand, took a drag before speaking, his voice laced with bitterness. “After everything, you still want to be with him? Do you want to witness Waylen maintaining contact with his ex-lover throughout this two-year cross-border divorce lawsuit? If Elvira were to harm herself, Waylen would rush to the hospital because the Fowler family owes Lyndon a favor. Rena, is this the kind of relationship you want? Are you willing to be wronged like this?”
Harold’s words were harsh, and Rena held her composure.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhat he said was right though.
“Harold, my well-being is none of your concern.”
Harold’s frustration boiled over, and he slammed his hand against the car roof.
The driver instantly jumped from his seat and looked at him with startled eyes.
In the moonlit darkness, Harold’s face twisted with intensity as he questioned Rena, “Do you really think I have no humanity? Do you believe I don’t want you to be happy? Rena, have you ever considered that maybe I just want you to be happy?”
The cigarette quivered between his fingers as he exclaimed, “Damn it!
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Are you out of your mind? Being with Tyrone would be a hundred times better for you than being with him.”
Rena’s face paled, her gaze fixed on Harold.
However, his intensity didn’t waver as he spoke up again in a gentler tone “Rena you can still give me a chance. I won’t let you down again.”
Without another word, Rena got back into the car, taking her place in the backseat.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer voice flat and resolute, she addressed Harold, “Harold, it’s too late.”
She instructed the driver to proceed, and with a heavy sigh, he stepped on the gas.
Rena remained silent throughout the journey, lost in her thoughts.
The young driver couldn’t help but offer some reassurance, “Don’t worry, Miss Gordon. I won’t gossip about what happened tonight.”
Rene didn’t respond, her mind preoccupied with her current situation.
She returned to Waylen’s apartment and created a comfortable space for Snowball.
Then, she wanted—waited for Waylen to come back.
Rene waited until 12 o’clock at night, but Waylen hadn’t come back yet.
The hours stretched on, the stillness of the night broken only by Snowball’s restless circling at Rena’s feet.
Sitting in front of the window, Rena played melancholic melodies on the piano.
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