Chapter 162 - Ren's Heart Is In A Mess

Fae realized that with his influence, Ren would always be able to find her, wherever she went. So, it was better if she was honest with her husband and told him that she was pregnant. If it turned out Ren really didn't want her babies, then he must accept Fae's decision to leave him.

It was clear that they didn't want the same thing. So why force each other to stay?

Fae would not hold Ren responsible for her children because they were her own choice. Meanwhile, Ren could no longer demand that Fae stay with him.

The best choice was to part ways.

Fae buried her face in the pillow and tried to hold back her tears. She didn't want Ren to hear her crying. She didn't know whether Ren was still in the penthouse or not. At this moment, Fae didn't want Ren to think she was looking for sympathy by crying.

Ren was rooted to his spot in the living room for half an hour. His body stood motionless as if he had turned into a statue. His face looked shocked. Actually, he even seemed devastated. At first, he thought Fae was only provoking him to make him upset, by saying she was pregnant.

But after he thought about it carefully, he realized that all this time Fae had been avoiding him and deliberately said harsh words to make him angry, so that he would stop chasing her. 

Ren realized that his wife wanted to get away from him because she wanted the child. She probably thought that if she upset him, Ren would leave her alone so she could disappear and take care of her child alone.

'What should I do now?'

'Why did it end up like this?'

He always had a plan in his life, and everything always went according to his wishes. But this was completely unexpected.

He made a mistake once just because he was jealous of Mischa ...

Now, Fae left him and even stayed at the man's place.

'What should I do?'

His mind was usually busy thinking of so many things but today it was especially chaotic and felt like it was about to explode. Now, he couldn't think at all.

Finally, Ren decided to get out of the penthouse and head for the lounge at the St. Laurent Hotel. He would need a lot of alcohol to forget what he just heard.

*** 

The atmosphere in the lounge immediately became lively when the guests saw the handsome man with a sour expression walking through the door. Their faces were filled with curiosity and joy at the same time.

Even though Moravia was a small kingdom, it was very rare for the people to see the crown prince in person like this. His distinctive appearance was very easy to recognize. He always wore dark-colored clothes, and his handsome face always looked cold and uncaring.

When he entered, the lounge manager rushed over to him and bowed respectfully.

"Good evening, Your Highness. Would you like to come in and have a drink here? It so happens that there is still one table available," he said very amiably.

In all high-end restaurants, there were always empty tables reserved for VVIP guests like this who suddenly arrived without a reservation. Only very, very important people would receive this special treatment. 

Even in a very popular restaurant where guests had to book a table for months in advance, this VVIP table would always be available.

This was what the lounge manager now offered Ren. VVIP guests got this privilege, and the restaurant or lounge would get the exposure. The VVIP guests' presence would usually make the place's prestige or reputation shine even more.

If the Crown Prince of Moravia sat drinking in their lounge ... of course, he would attract the attention of so many guests who came.

Being in the same room with Prince Renald Hanenberg was an honor that only a few people could get. Thus, his presence in a public lounge like this immediately caused an uproar.

Ren circled his gaze and caught sight of the other guests in the lounge. His face looked increasingly sour.

"Don't you have a private room?" he asked the lounge manager.

He didn't like sharing a space with so many people like this.

"I-I'm sorry, Your Highness... all the private rooms are not available. They're all filled with guests who booked a few months earlier, specifically to experience Christmas Eve with their family or friends. This place is very full. We only have the VVIP table left," replied the manager with regret.

They deliberately didn't provide a private room with a VVIP table arrangement, because their goal of receiving VVIP guests without reservation and allow them to arrive suddenly was so that the establishment could show off this super important person to other guests. If they were given a private space, no one would see them.

Ren was not stupid, and he understood this. Finally, he nodded and waved his hand nonchalantly. "Very well. I'll take your table."

"Come with me, Your Highness," said the manager with a very happy face. He walked across the tables where guests were relaxing with drinks and snacks with their friends and family, then stopped at an exclusive table in the center of the room. "Please have a seat."

Ren grumbled to himself, knowing that he had been asked to sit here to be shown to the other guests who were glancing silently at him and trying to take a good look at him.

He could have come home and drank there alone, but at a time like this, his mind was really in a mess and he couldn't wait. He decided to just drink a little and then go home.

Ren sat down and mentioned the drink he wanted. His expression remained sour, disregarding those around him.

[Karl, I'm at Die Sonne's Lounge, Hotel St. Laurent. Please come and pick me up here.]

He texted his assistant and put away his cell phone. Ren's drink arrived, and before he took a sip, he ordered something else. The manager came in person to deliver the order. This showed how much he respected the prince and had decided to serve him by himself. After taking down Ren's next order, the manager left.

Ren ordered a Moravian signature drink, which was known to be very strong. It's called Sonne. When they saw Prince Renald drinking sonne in his hand, the male guests in the lounge silently followed in his action and also ordered sonne.

The prince was truly a trendsetter!

Although Ren had never looked friendly, his reputation out there was very good. He made the Moravian people everywhere proud because he successfully built his career in SpaceLab, without using his background as a prince. Nobody even knew he was related to the royal family until four years ago!

The people of Moravia also knew that he was a genius, and all the unpleasant attitudes he displayed were always forgiven and tolerated. Men wanted to be him, and women wanted to be with him.

Unsurprisingly, when he appeared in a public place like this, he immediately drew many admiring glances from those present.

After he finished his drink, Ren looked at his watch and frowned.

Why hasn't Karl arrived yet? It's been half an hour.

"Ren ..."

Suddenly a soft voice came from behind him. Ren closed his eyes and sighed. He didn't want to turn at all.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a cold voice.