However, Rena still refused.

She touched his handsome face and said softly but firmly, "You're still sick. Just Listen to me, okay?"

Waylen looked deep into her eyes, as though he was searching for something.

After a while, he pulled away from her and said, “Cook something Light for me. I have to go to the office later."

Rena nodded obediently.

Without dilly-dallying, she went straight to the kitchen and made chicken soup for him. Then she found a thermometer in the first aid kit and took Waylen's temperature.

Sure enough, he still had a fever.

Rena promptly prepared a glass of water as well as some antipyretics for him.

Waylen usually refused to take medicine, but when Rena approached, he looked at her and ordered, “Feed me!"

He was sick, so Rena obliged and held the pill up to his Lips.

Waylen swallowed the medicine and licked her fingertip, staring at her while he did so.

Naturally, Rena blushed.

Averting her gaze shyly, she coaxed him into drinking the rest of the water. Seeing that he Looked a Little better, she went to the kitchen to pour him a bowl of soup. However, when she brought it to the dining room, she found Waylen smoking on the sofa.

He was sick, so he coughed after taking a single drag.

Rena walked over, plucked the cigarette from his Lips, and put it out.

But Waylen didn't get mad. Instead, he leaned against the sofa and raised his chin, motioning for Rena to feed him the soup.

Rena sighed but obliged his request.

She couldn't help but wonder if his future wife would be able to bear his domineering personality. But no matter what, she couldn't refuse him now.

She scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and held it to his mouth.

When he was finished eating, Rena set the bowl on the table. The next second, she was pulled to sit on top of his lap.

“Waylen... You're still sick, remember?"

Rena gently refused his advances.