Chapter 159 - Ren Can Cook?

"I just feel that we really don't get along," said Fae, trying to sound curt. "I really admire you. I fell in love with you and then married you. But the incident two months ago made me realize that we are not really compatible. You and I want different things. If we forced ourselves to stay in a bad marriage, we would only hurt each other. The resentment would grow bigger and bigger. I don't want that. So, please, let me go."

"You're lying again," said Ren, staring at Fae without blinking. His words made Fae's heart skipped a beat. "You said we didn't really get along, but you clearly kissed me back. That means you still want me. Why do you try so hard to stay away from me when your heart really wants to be with me?"

Fae swallowed hard. Ren did have a point.

"It's just a coincidence. I'm just a human, okay. I was weak, so I kissed you back," said Fae defensively. "You're the same way, right? You claimed to be aromantic, you can't fall in love, but you act like a jealous boyfriend. You are jealous of my own boss. What do you call that?"

Ren was stunned at Fae's words. Not only was he surprised when he realized the truth in what Fae said just now, but also because he didn't think Fae would be so resolute in confronting him.

So far, Fae had always been meek and gentle to him. She only demanded him to get rid of Amelia from around them. Other than that, she was never a demanding wife.

This time, he saw that Fae had changed. He didn't know whether he liked this change or not.

"Jealousy is a natural feeling, not exclusive to someone who can fall in love," said Ren. "Humans can get jealous of other humans whom they think richer, luckier, get better treatment, and so on. You are my wife, of course, I would object if you spend a lot of your time with a suspicious man like Mischa Rhionen."

Fae sighed. Maybe Ren was right. He was not jealous because he loved Fae, but rather because he felt his ego was nudged when other men approached his wife.

"Mischa Rhionen is not a suspicious person. You are a big shot yourself, so I'm sure you know who he is," said Fae. "He is the big boss of RMI Europe. He is very kind to me and he gave me a job to help me. You have no right to insult him."

"Why are you even defending another man now? Are you and him already in an illicit relationship? Fae, you're still married!"

Fae was really tired of this fight. She knew Ren was jealous, and that was natural. But she didn't like it if her kind boss was accused of all kinds of bad things by her husband.

"Oh, God ... I'm so tired," whispered Fae. She dropped to her knees, with her face buried in her hands, and she started sobbing. "Everyone spread rotten gossip about me. And now you too! I'm so tired of all this. Why don't you leave me alone??"

She had to endure the gossip and accusations on her campus, at the Magnolia Café, at the RMI office, and now even by Ren, her husband. She was always accused of having an affair with other men.

Fae started to hate her beauty. She knew so many people were jealous of her beautiful face and flawless appearance, and they were trying to find fault with her to bring her down.

Ren was stunned to see Fae sobbing on the floor. He knelt beside his wife and touched her hands that cupped her face.

"Fae ... I'm sorry if I made you cry. I didn't mean to say those things. I know you're a faithful woman. I just don't believe in Mischa Rhionen. If you want to separate from me, I can accept it. I'll wait until you can afford to file for a divorce in Monaco, and not before. I won't bother you, but you have to let me take care of you. I brought you out of Rhine, so I feel responsible for you."

Fae ignored Ren's words. She was still sobbing. She really hated her face. If she had an ordinary appearance, no one would be jealous of her and always try to bring her down.

She just wanted to live in peace, save enough money to disappear, and raise her children. Why was it so hard?

Because her body was still weak due to her nausea and vomiting from last night, added to the fact that she had not eaten anything, Fae's body couldn't take it anymore, and she passed out.

"Fae!" Ren hurriedly held Fae's body as the girl's head slumped to the side and nearly fell against the floor.

*** 

Fae woke up when her nose smelled food in the air. She opened one eye and turned to the side, then opened the other eye.

She blinked and tried to remember what had happened. In an instant, she jumped out of bed and ran out of her room. The girl breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that she was still in Mischa's penthouse and that she had been lying on her own bed.

Hmm .. wasn't Ren here earlier?

Where is he now?

She smelled cooking in the air and immediately frowned. Who's cooking? Did Mischa ask the chef to come and cook for her?

Puzzled, the girl walked into the kitchen to find out who was cooking. Her steps halted in the doorway when she saw Ren researching something on his cell phone while his hand stirred the soup being cooked in the pot.

Fae rubbed her eyes to make sure her eyes didn't play tricks on her.

Ren can cook? 

She didn't know this at all.

Ren raised his face when he heard Fae's footsteps. The man immediately put his cell phone on the kitchen counter and walked over to Fae.

"Hey .. you are awake? I've called Doctor Lehmann. He's on his way here," he said, touching Fae's forehead. "Hmm .. you still have a fever. You better sit down and rest. Wait for the doctor to come. I'll get dinner ready."

"Uh .. no need. I'm fine. You better get out of here. I don't feel comfortable receiving guests. This is not my house. I'm here just house-sitting for my boss," said Fae.

"Then you have to live in your own place so you have more freedom and privacy. I have offered you to live in my penthouse. I can help you move there right now," said Ren.

Fae glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was already 7 pm. So, she passed out for an hour.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief because Doctor Lehmann was late.. Fae didn't want the doctor to check her health and realized that she was pregnant, and then told Ren.