Chapter 155 The Reconciliation

• Wrenley glared at Spencer across the table, her patience wearing thin. Was he truly underestimating her intelligence? Clearly, someone was indulging in his charade, but she refused to be drawn into it. With a cold, measured laugh, she broke the tense silence.
• Spencer's lips curled into a subtle smirk. "Enjoying the food? Have some more."
• Wrenley's expression remained stoic as her gaze fell upon a large glass of warm water placed beside her plate.