Rena quietly followed Waylen back to the apartment.
After thinking about it for a while, she asked, âWaylen, did you do something to the Moore Group?â
Waylen paused for a moment, âWhy? Do you want to help Harold?â
âNo!â Rena blurted hastily.
Realizing she had reacted to strongly, Rena fiddled with the two bottles of wine awkwardly.
After staring at her for a while, Waylen sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, switching it lo the financial news channel.
After a while, he saw that Rena was still standing there, so he said, âArenât you supposed to be preparing dinner?â
Only then did Rena come to her senses and nodded.
When she changed into loungewear, she couldnât help but wonder why he had no s@xual needs.
Currently, she only cooked, cleaned, and ran errands for him.
He never asked her to have s@x with him.
As a result, she started to question whether Waylen was abstinent or not.
While Rena was cooking, Waylen got to work and took several phone calls.
By the time he finally put down his phone, he was about to go and take a shower when he saw Renaâs phone screen light up on the coffee table.
Glancing in the direction of the kitchen, he quietly picked up Renaâs phone.
He knew Renaâs password and easily unlocked it.
Sure enough, there were two messages from Harold.
âIt turns out that your love is worthless.
You changed so quickly, you two-faced bitch!â
Waylen sneered and typed out a reply,
Soon, Harold received a text from Rena.
âIf my loveâs so worthless, stop contacting me!â
As soon as he hit send, Waylen deleted the text thread and blocked Haroldâs number.
Harold read and reread Renaâs text, completely and utterly speechless.
Rena prepared several dishes and each plate looked as delicious as it tasted.
After setting the table, she called Waylen over for dinner.
Waylen was still watching financial news.
After calling him twice, he finally stood up, but he looked unhappy.
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Rena could tell that he was in a bad mood, so she didnât dare to talk to him!
After taking a few bites, Waylen suddenly said, âI donât like any of the food you prepared.
â
Rena froze, her fork midway to her mouth.
She couldnât help but complain, âWhatâre you talking about? Claribel told me about your preference and I thoughtâ¦â
Waylen put his utensils down and locked eyes with her.
âWhat does Claribel know? Why didnât you just ask me what I like to eat?â