Thoughts of Harold and his untimely demise occupied her mind, but Waylen's body was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips as she replied, “Yes, I do."

Her words held true.

Love took on various forms, some as intense as spirits, while others flowed gently like clear tea or spring water.

In the dim light, Waylen gazed at her for a prolonged moment.

Eventually, he tenderly pressed his body against hers and murmured, “Rena, don't Lie to me."

Rena evaded his touch.

With her slender fingers, she traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said in a seductive tone, "Shouldn't you tell me about the business card?”

Waylen recalled the social engagement from that night.

He lifted Rena's body and kissed her.

“On that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear, I won't have any mistress."

Rena ceased her inquiries.

Perhaps it was a mundane story.

Rena did not extend her condolences for Harold.

With Harold's death, the Moore Group was leaderless and it declined soon.

Addie had visited her twice, seeking her help for the Moore Group's accounts.

Overwhelmed by the complexity of the accounts, Addie didn't fully comprehend them.

Rena invited her to the study on the second floor.

Addie didn't expect that Rena would be willing to help her. As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea, Addie stared at Rena.

Rena's undivided attention was fixed on the account book before her.

As the years passed, her beauty had only grown more resplendent.

Staring at her, Addie felt a surge of emotion welling up, almost on the verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her to say in a hushed tone, "Rena, I reached out to Aline.

She wept inconsolably at Harold's funeral, but when I attempted to seek her help, she even refused to see me."