Rena hastily rose from the bed, exclaiming, “What would you like to eat? I'll start cooking right away."

As she approached the bedroom door, Waylen halted her in her tracks.

Rena anticipated Waylen's discontentment, assuming he would be unhappy.

Nonetheless, Waylen drew her nearer, enfolding her in his embrace, and softly whispered into her ear, "I have already partaken of dinner."

A faint blush colored Rena's cheeks; he possessed such imperviousness!

Waylen exuded a buoyant disposition as he strolled towards the dining room, beckoning Rena with the words, “Join me for a delightful feast

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Prior to that, Rena decided to freshen up by washing her face.

Within the confines of the bathroom, she twisted the tap, allowing cold water to cascade over her visage.

Seeking solace, she endeavored to regain composure.

She urgently needed to resolve the issues that had been divulged by

Aline.

Moreover, she harbored no intention of disclosing it to Waylen. She had already burdened him excessively. Understanding the dynamics of their relationship, she couldn't perpetually seek his aid.

His time was precious, after all!

Rena undertook the task of regulating her mood and emerged from the room. Unexpectedly, the table was adorned with a lavish spread, surpassing the culinary prowess of her own cooking.

Waylen nonchalantly remarked, "I enlisted the services of the cook from the Fowler family estate to cater this meal."

After pondering for a moment, he continued, “If you find cooking burdensome, I can request Claribel to prepare dinner instead."

Quickly interjecting, Rena replied, "No, I will take charge of the cooking."

She understood Waylen's meticulousness regarding his privacy. Having

Claribel stay and prepare dinner every evening would undoubtedly disrupt his work. She dared not impede his endeavors.

Waylen did not insist and dined in silence.

Rena, perceiving her role as one of servitude to him, proactively ladled a bowl of soup for Waylen.