NovelBarDrawing a deep breath, Rena summoned her resolve and swung the door open.
As anticipated, Elvira stood outside, clutching a gift in her hands.
At the sight of the suitcase held by Rena, Elvira’s innocent smile wavered slightly, her expression betraying surprise.
“Miss Gordon, I’ve come to offer my apologies,” she said with genuine remorse.
“The argument between you and Waylen was my doing. I’m truly sorry!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDo… Did my presence affect your relationship?”
Elvira’s words pierced Rena’s heart, leaving her feeling queasy.
Determinedly, Rena grabbed her suitcase and headed towards the elevator, leaving behind the echoes of Waylen’s unhappy voice calling out, “Rena!”
They had indeed had a heated argument the previous night.
However, today he had forsaken his visit to the law office, deliberately waiting for her at home.
He had offered explanations and even compromised. Why, then, was she so unyielding?
Rena halted abruptly, her eyes welling up with tears.
In these recent days, her affection for Waylen had bloomed intensely, yet he regarded her merely as a passing fancy. If she continued to reside with him, cooking for him and anticipating his return home like a dutiful wife… |
Then she would be demeaning herself.
Turning on her heels, Rena faced the situation head-on.
Avoiding eye contact with Waylen, she addressed Elvira with a bitter tone, “Congratulations, Miss Coleman. Now, whether it’s the Morning Dew piano, the white dress or this man… they are all yours. Are you content now?”
As the elevator doors slid open, Rena stepped inside and uttered her final words, “I have made room for you two. Enjoy each other’s company.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWaylen’s face darkened as he stared at the closed elevator doors.
Elvira took a step forward, her voice gentle and alluring as she inquired,
“Did the two of you have a quarrel?”
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With a touch of hostility, Waylen retorted, “What are you doing here again?”
Elvira raised the gift box in her hand and replied, “I’ve come to apologize to Miss Gordon.”
“No need!”
Waylen muttered, lowering his head to light a cigarette. He took a leisurely drag, his tone laced with a hint of indifference as he addressed Elvira, “I told you last night not to bother me anymore. If you’re taking it so hard, perhaps it’s time for you to seek professional help.”
A pallor washed over Elvira’s face, a testament to the impact of his callous words.
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