“If my Love's so worthless, stop contacting me!"

As soon as he hit send, Waylen deleted the text thread and blocked

Harold's number.

Harold read and reread Rena's 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

: sn stood up, but he looked unhappy.

Rena could tell that he was in a bad mood, so she didn't dare to talk to him!

After taking a few bites, Waylen suddenly said, "I don't Like any of the food you prepared."

Rena froze, her fork midway to her mouth.

She couldn't help but complain, “What're you talking about? Claribel told me about your preference and I thought..."

Waylen put his utensils down and locked eyes with her.

"What does

Claribel know? Why didn't you just ask me what I Like to eat?"

Rena fell silent.

She had thought that when he asked her to move in with him, she'd just need to satisfy his sexual desires. Unexpectedly, he expected a lot more from her in terms of housework! She couldn't help but think of how he'd stop the several times they were about to have sex. Was there something wrong with his body and he was too embarrassed to tell her?

Is that why he tortured her like this?

Realizing this, Rena felt sorry for him.

Such a noble and dignified man had such a shortcoming—-how pitiful!

So Rena adjusted her mood and said meekly, “I'll ask you next time."

Waylen snorted. As a picky eater, he barely touched his food again.

“You used to cook for Harold, right? Are these his favorite dishes?"