The next morning.Jim woke up in Rena’s bed, feeling very relaxed and cozy because her bed felt like heaven. Even though Rena wasn’t physically present, her scent was all over the pillow and blanket, so it made him feel very comfortable.“I wonder if Marc started making breakfast,” he laughed a little. “Last night, I made it very clear that I won’t cook for them. I’m sure Marc must be feeling very angry because he has to wake up early and cook for his wife.” Unable to contain his excitement, he quickly went downstairs and checked in the kitchen.As he guessed, Marc was busy preparing breakfast.“You’re not cooking for me, right, Uncle?” Jim asked.“Hmph, not in a million years,” Marc arrogantly blurted.“Thank you, because I find it difficult to eat your cooking, to be honest,” Jim said and then left.“This brat…” Marc’s blood boiled. Careless, he ended up touching the frying pan and then hissed in pain. “Ugh.” He kept blowing air to his fingers. “Fuck.”Meanwhile, Jim entered the gym
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