“Are you angry? I just wanted to have Jazlyn send you a dress so that you wouldn't need to choose. If you'd rather go shopping, why don't you and Very have a girls’ day out?"

Rena sensed that he attached great importance to this party, and she knew that she definitely wasn't equipped to choose the right dress for such an occasion.

After mulling over it for a while, she smiled and said, "No, it's okay.

Tell Jazlyn to send the dress here. She has a good taste.”

Waylen didn't insist.

He gently stroked her cheek and coaxed, “Don't be mad at me over such a trifle, okay?"

Rena wasn't an insensible person, but his words indeed reminded her that their statuses were far from equal in this relationship.

Waylen was definitely above her.

Whatever he wanted to do, she had to follow.

Just like when Claribel was cleaning outside just now, Rena didn't want to continue, but the man had insisted, and she had to listen to him. If he ever lost his temper, she had to tolerate his anger.

Thinking of these things, Rena had mixed feelings about this.

She felt wronged, but she couldn't air out her grievances. After all, she was here solely to serve him. How could she expect him to bend over backwards for her?

Even though she didn't say anything, Waylen knew that she was really unhappy.

He had been getting along well with her lately, and he particularly enjoyed the sex, so he tried his best to coax her.

"How about this?

I'll buy you a new necklace for tonight. I remember you used to wear a necklace. How come you don't wear it anymore?"

Truth be told, he couldn't remember what kind of necklace Rena used to wear. He just casually changed the topic to ease the tension in the atmosphere.

Since Waylen was trying so hard to comfort her, she knew she had to adjust her mood.

"I lost it," she answered vaguely.

Waylen smiled and took the opportunity to lean closer and whisper something in her ear.

"Then I'll get you a new one. You'll wear it every time we fuck, okay?"

Waylen's flirtatious words made Rena blush.