A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1639

“Don’t you have any regrets? Harold truly loved you, you know. He just didn’t know how to express it. You loved each other for four years. It’s a damn shame, don’t you think? I bet that when midnight strikes, you dream of him and wake up missing him, don’t you?” S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Rena’s felt her throat grow parched.

“I’m not the one Harold loved,” she uttered.

It was Cecilia.

Harold could’ve had a lifetime’s worth of happiness, but he didn’t recognize it when it was staring at him in the face.

Rena knew how wonderful Cecilia was. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Although Aline didn’t know about it, Rena no longer wanted to dwell on it. And she wouldn’t say this to Cecilia.

As long as Cecilia was leading a content life, Rena was happy for her.

The moment Rena stepped outside, a beam of sunshine fell on her face, its warmth feeling ticklish against her skin. Beside her, a new bud had sprouted below the tree.

Waylen was standing beside the car, chatting away with Roscoe. From time to time, he would take a drag of the cigarette lodged between his slender fingers.

As soon as he saw Rena, Waylen immediately put out his cigarette.

In response, Rena held his hand and gave it a weak squeeze.

“When I got there, I realized that I had nothing to say to her.”

Shortly after, Vera and Joseph came out.

Roscoe ran to Vera and wrapped her in his embrace. Seeing that Vera’s eyes were a little red, he placed his hand on the back of her head and buried her face against his shoulder.

Watching this, Joseph couldn’t help but feel a dull pain spread in his heart.

“I’m sorry,” he said to Vera, his voice on the verge of cracking.

Misty-eyed, he walked toward his car slowly.

Vera leaned her head against Roscoe’s chest as she watched Joseph walking away.

Although Joseph and Vera once loved each other, they also hurt each other very much. Now that Aline had to face the music, Vera thought it was time to move on from the past and let bygones be bygones.

After a while, she shouted, “Joseph!”

Joseph’s body froze as soon as she called his name. When he turned around, Vera told him, “I forgive you.”

For a long time, Joseph just stood there like a statue. After some time, he finally managed to nod and reply, “Okay.”

After that, he entered the car, started the engine, and slowly drove away.

With the hatchet finally buried, whatever ties connecting both Joseph and Vera had finally been severed. From now on, the two of them would no longer have anything to do with each other.