In response, Waylen lifted his gaze.

In hushed tones, Rena murmured, "It appears scrumptious."

Rather than immediately indulging in the soup, Waylen uttered with significance, “I would derive great joy if you were to take the initiative to bestow a kiss upon me."

An air of subtlety abruptly enveloped them, as their minds both recollected the kiss they shared within the confines of the car.

In truth, their intimate encounters went beyond mere kisses.

Rena blushed, perplexed as to why he broached the subject during their meal.

Following their dinner, Rena tidied up the table and switched on her phone to watch the screenshots she took.

She was now lucid, realizing the arduousness of suing Aline. Aline proved to be remarkably cautious, employing a plethora of ambiguous words, which actually did not constitute a crime of slander no matter how suggestive the situation looked.

Damn it!

A pallor crept over Rena's countenance; she refused to accept defeat.

A slender hand snatched her phone. Waylen peered at the screen and casually remarked, “Indeed, you cannot Legally pursue her."

Rena hesitated, compelled by instinct to inquire, “Did you already know?"

Returning the phone to her, Waylen settled beside her and queried, “Are you referring to my knowledge of you being targeted or my awareness of

Harold's infidelity?"

Rena marveled at his composure!

She had previously met Cecilia and discerned the amicable rapport shared between Cecilia and Waylen. Didn't Waylen care about Harold cheating on his own sister?

Waylen's smile widened.

With gentle fingers, he delicately clasped Rena's chin and proclaimed,

“Harold is inconsequential. As long as he remains subservient to

Cecilia, what does it matter?"

Rena stood bewildered.

She gazed at him with a vacant expression, her mind grappling for words.