If she didn't lend an ear to Harold, he might resort to drastic measures...

Five minutes later, Rena found herself seated with Harold in the tea room of the reception area.

Harold personally brewed a cup of Mandheling coffee for Rena. Then, in a gentle tone, he inquired, “How many sugar cubes would you Like?"

“Just one."

Placing the sugar cube delicately into the cup, Harold handed the coffee to Rena, taking a seat opposite her.

Rena locked her gaze onto his face.

Harold had noticeably shed a significant amount of weight recently, a visible testament to his struggles.

In the past, Rena would have been deeply concerned, but now, she felt nothing.

Only a year had passed, and they had both changed so much.

Rena sighed, emotions welling within her.

With tenderness, Harold said, “Why don't you give the coffee a try? If it doesn't taste good, I'll make another cup for you."

Speaking coldly, Rena replied, “Harold, if you have something to say to me, say it directly. I didn't come here for a casual chat."

“I understand."

He spoke with a tinge of melancholy in his voice.

Raising his head, his gaze met Rena's as he pleaded, "That five million dollars is merely a small token for you. Rena, please don't reject me.

I simply want to make amends... I only wish to treat you well. Won't you even grant me that chance?”

The previous night hadn't been quite pleasant for Rena.

She still felt a Lingering headache.

Yet, within the span of an hour today, two men had professed their love for her and showered her with affection. One of them was even her ex-boyfriend, the same man who had betrayed her trust.

Rena had no desire to engage in conversation with him any Longer

She knew that Harold had not relinquished his pursuit of her simply because he never really had her and it bruised his ego as a man.

She rose from her seat and said with politeness, “I appreciate your hospitality, Mr. Moore. I have some pressing matters to attend to, so I must take my Leave.”