NovelAppHarold held on to it, and the two men engaged in a subtle tug-of-war. Eventually, Harold relented and let go.
Waylen sneered, “Mr. Moore, you’re single now. If you feel lonely, why don’t you go on more blind dates?”
Harold smiled, lighting a cigarette as he replied, “Rena is married. Isn’t she here because she’s lonely too? Waylen… If she takes you seriously, why did you leave you out like her driver?”
Waylen shot back, “Being her driver is still better than you lusting after someone else’s wife.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHarold took a slow drag of his cigarette, glancing at Waylen. “You’re right. I’m not over Rena.
I’m going to pursue her starting tomorrow. Maybe one day, she’ll be moved by me.”
He was venting his frustrations while speaking the truth.
Deep down, Harold knew Rena could never accept him again.
Waylen didn’t want to argue further.
He got into the car and tossed Rena’s coat onto the back seat. Tonight’s events bothered him, but he didn’t show it.
He had lost so many memories. He knew Rena and Harold were once together, but what was the extent of their relationship?
Did they kiss?
Did they… make love?
Waylen drove at a high speed…
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRena sensed something was amiss. She covered her chest and asked softly, “Where are you taking me?”
Waylen remained silent.
His handsome face looked particularly stern in the darkness of the night.
He now reminded her so much of that cold and aloof lawyer when they first met…
An hour later, the car came to a stop at the villa where Waylen and Rena once lived. Since they rarely stayed here now, all the servants had gone on vacation. The grand villa stood empty.
Waylen unbuckled his seatbelt and went around to pull Rena out of the car.
Rena resisted and struggled.
Undeterred, he lifted her up in his arms, paying no heed to her limbs flailing.
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