Harold detected Rena's distance and offered a smile.

“Are you happy that Waylen brought you to such a grand occasion? Do you believe you can marry into the Fowler family, Rena? By the way, he didn't introduce you to Korbyn, did he?"

Meeting his gaze head-on, Rena inquired, “What are you trying to say?"

Harold leaned closer, his eyes fixed on her.

Sneering, he said, "You know that Waylen doesn't want to get married, right? Do you know why he's avoiding it?"

Before Harold could finish his sentence, Rena's gaze shifted to someone nearby.

Her voice turned soft as she responded, "I know."

Harold's surprise was evident as he followed Rena's line of sight.

At the garden entrance, stood a graceful figure draped in a captivating red dress.

Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her waist, enhancing her breathtaking beauty.

Waylen, dressed in a black suit, stood nearby, his eyes fixed upon her

It was Elvira.

Rena Lowered her gaze and offered a gentle smile.

Waylen had once referred to her as his morning dew.

However, deep down, she knew she wasn't the one who held his true significance.

Elvira was the woman who truly captured his heart.

The air hung heavy with tension

The reunion of the old lovers had brought forth a whirlwind of emotions, leaving Rena unsure of what to expect.

Waylen's eyes revealed a mixture of pain, shock, and surprise, making it difficult for Rena to gauge his true feelings towards Elvira.

She wondered if he still held any love for Elvira, but one thing was certain.

He harbored a deep resentment towards her.

He hated Elvira because he had never forgotten her.