Harold took a step closer, drawing near.

He pinned her against the wall, as if enfolding her within his grasp.

Rena tried her best to push him away.

“Harold, have you lost your mind?"

Harold remained resolute, unaffected by the unfolding situation.

With an unwavering gaze, he uttered each word deliberately, "I am not crazy! I know exactly what I'm doing! Rena, let us commence anew. I promise to treat you right this time!"

Regarding the affair between Rena and Waylen, Harold deeply cared, yet he resolved to consign it to oblivion.

Rena was left speechless, astonished by the turn of events.

As she regained her composure, Harold had already cupped her face, longing for a kiss.

However, she turned her head aside, denying him that privilege.

Despite her resistance, his lips brushed against her tender visage.

Rena pushed him away forcefully, her eyes fixated on him, conveying her clear rejection of any financial or emotional reparation.

She wanted nothing to do with him!

Yet, as she prepared to voice her feelings, she found herself frozen in place.

Not far off, Waylen stood, cigarette in hand, casting a cold, penetrating glare upon them.

Rena's legs suddenly weakened, compelling her to lean against the wall for support, Lest she collapse.

Harold, too, noticed Waylen's presence.

In a raspy voice, he whispered, “Rena, if you say the word, I will dissolve the engagement this instant. I will marry you and together we will have a family.”

Though tempting, his proposal did not align with Rena's desires.

The man who held her true affections now regarded her with a chilling gaze.

Helplessly, she Looked towards Waylen for solace.

Harold's heart sank.