But as soon as she saw who was standing outside, all the color drained from her face.

Harold was standing at their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn't know how long he had been standing there before he decided to ring the doorbell. Their eyes met.

Eloise's voice came from inside the room.

"Rena, who is it?"

Rena quickly shouted back, “No one! Just an insurance salesman!" Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door behind her.

Seeing her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for him.

She asked coldly, "What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there's no need. Don't you think my father has been tortured enough?"

Harold threw another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out with his foot.

When he raised his head, he locked eyes with her and said seriously,

"Rena, I came here to see you! Let's go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You should go over there and get them."

Rena looked at him incredulously.

How dared he mention it?

In the past, she thought that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said, “Just throw them away.”

Harold seemed to have expected such a response.

He smiled and tried to coax her gently.

“You know I won't throw them away."

"Do whatever you want with them then!"

Not wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena was about to go back inside.

But Harold suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren't Like this before!"

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Rena gritted her teeth, her blood boiling with rage and resentment.

She didn't think twice and raised her hand to slap him in the face with all her might.