He then took out two bottles of ice water from the fridge.

Suddenly, there was tension in the air.

Waylen was thick-skinned. The problem he had been worried about just now didn't exist anymore.

He carried Rena off the counter and smoothed out his clothes in front of Harold. He then beamed mischievously and said, “I'm going to go take a shower. Feel free to look around, Harold.”

After saying that, he left Rena and Harold alone.

Rena knew that Waylen did that on purpose.

After Waylen walked out, she was Left with Harold with whom she didn't want to talk, so she just opened the fridge and began taking out some ingredients in silence.

Harold stopped her from closing the fridge door.

He Looked down at her and stared deeply into her eyes.

Rena took a step back.

He scoffed, "You don't have to be so afraid of me, Rena. We need to get along well with each other from now on. I really think Waylen cares about you very much."

Then, he shut the fridge door and walked away.

Rena thought that Harold was only venting his anger on her because he had been having a rough time lately. But even if that were really the case, Harold didn't have the right to treat her like an emotional punching bag.

She thought she should tell Waylen that she didn't want to see Harold anymore. While she was lost in thought, Waylen came back in and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

“What are you going to make?"

Rena smiled and playfully pushed him away.

But he just hugged her even tighter.

Feeling her cheeks burn, Rena answered softly, “Spaghetti and fried foie gras for our guests."

Waylen kissed her ear and asked in a hoarse voice, "And for me?"

Rena leaned on his shoulder and replied, "Soup and dumplings because of your weak stomach.”

Waylen stared at her for a while and then kissed her lips.

At this moment, Rena felt ecstatic.