Female NovelRoss opened the car door for Rena.
She stepped into the vehicle, her nose reddened from suppressed emotions. In a low voice, she said, “Let’s go.”
The black Limousine pulled away slowly.
Meanwhile, Aline continued to create a scene. She had been the one who had a physical relationship with Harold before his death, yet he still thought about Rena when he was dying. The Moore family had even entrusted Rena with Harold’s most precious possession.
As the autumn night grew darker, the rain poured heavier.
Aline knelt on the ground, tears flowing uncontrollably.
It was already past midnight when Rena came back to the villa, a sense of peace settling over her.
Within the hall, bathed in a soft glow from the lamps, Waylen sat, cradling a glass of crimson wine in his hand.
Exhausted, Rena removed her coat and settled down beside him.
With gentleness in her voice, she requested, “Waylen, would you mind pouring me a glass of red wine?”Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
His gaze spoke volumes, revealing profound emotions that stirred within.
Yet, despite the emotions that Lingered, he poured her a glass of wine, watching as she sipped from it.
As the wine’s warmth enveloped her, Rena felt a subtle flush on her cheeks.
Leaning against the sofa, she murmured with closed eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings. I comprehend why you continuously aid Elvira and rescue Mavis.”
A tinge of wistfulness washed over her.
With eyes slowly opening, Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no need for you to be jealous anymore.”
Silently, she made her way upstairs.
Remaining seated, Waylen watched her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on the second floor.
Rena secured the necklace in a safe, knowing that when it saw the Light of day again, it might trigger memories of a man named Harold, at times.
As she closed the safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s presence behind her.
Without evading his advance, she gently said, “I’m a little weary tonight.”
In silence, he pressed her against the safe and pressed his lips against hers.
Finally, resting his chin on her shoulder, he murmured, “Does his passing sadden you?”