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Chapter 94
Rena quietly followed Waylen back to the apartment.
After thinking about it for a while, she asked, “Waylen, did you do something to the Moore Group?”
Waylen paused for a moment, “Why? Do you want to help Harold?”
“No!” Rena blurted hastily.
Realizing she had reacted to strongly, Rena fiddled with the two bottles of wine awkwardly.
After staring at her for a while, Waylen sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, switching it lo the financial news channel. After a while, he saw that Rena was still standing there, so he said, “Aren’t you supposed to be preparing dinner?”
Only then did Rena come to her senses and nodded.
When she changed into loungewear, she couldn’t help but wonder why he had no ***ual needs. Currently, she only cooked, cleaned, and ran errands for him.
He never asked her to have *** with him. As a result, she started to question whether Waylen was abstinent or not.
While Rena was cooking, Waylen got to work and took several phone calls. By the time he finally put down his phone, he was about to go and take a shower when he saw Rena’s phone screen light up on the coffee table.
Glancing in the direction of the kitchen, he quietly picked up Rena’s phone.
He knew Rena’s password and easily unlocked it. Sure enough, there were two messages from Harold.
“It turns out that your love is worthless. You changed so quickly, you two-faced bitch!”
Waylen sneered and typed out a reply,
Soon, Harold received a text from Rena.
“If my love’s so worthless, stop contacting me!”
As soon as he hit send, Waylen deleted the text thread and blocked Harold’s number.
Harold read and reread Rena’s text, completely and utterly speechless.
Rena prepared several dishes and each plate looked as delicious as it tasted.
After setting the table, she called Waylen over for dinner. Waylen was still watching financial news. After calling him twice, he finally stood up, but he looked unhappy.
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Rena could tell that he was in a bad mood, so she didn’t dare to talk to him!
After taking a few bites, Waylen suddenly said, “I don’t like any of the food you prepared.”
Rena froze, her fork midway to her mouth.
She couldn’t help but complain, “What’re you talking about? Claribel told me about your preference and I thought…”
Waylen put his utensils down and locked eyes with her. “What does Claribel know? Why didn’t you just ask me what I like to eat?”