Jenna pushed open the door to find Milo curled up asleep on the couch. He hadn't even taken off his jacket—clearly waiting for her to come home.

She tiptoed into the bathroom.

Lying in bed, Jenna stared blankly at the bedroom door. She'd expected Ethan to return, but the clock ticked on with no sound of the door opening.

Her lips twisted into a self-deprecating smile as she gazed at the ceiling.

Spending her wedding night alone—what a mockery of marriage.

Then again, perhaps it was for the best. At least she wouldn't have to worry about Ethan touching her.

She turned off the bedside lamp and quickly fell asleep.

"Jenna, wake up."

Milo's voice pulled her from sleep.

"I made noodles. Eat them while they're hot."

Only then did Jenna remember she'd barely eaten last night, too busy drinking. Waking up thirsty multiple times had left her stomach completely empty.

After washing up, she sat at the dining table.

A steaming bowl of plain noodle soup waited for her.

"What time did you get back last night?" Milo asked between slurps.

"Past two," Jenna said, picking up a bite of noodles. "You were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you."

Milo struggled with insomnia—once awakened, he could never fall back asleep.

"The couch is fine."

"Don't wait up for me tonight. Just go to your room."

"Okay."

After finishing the noodles, Jenna returned to bed and slept until noon.

She dialed Ethan's number.

"Mr. Roscente, will you be home for lunch? Understood. I'll start preparing now."

Hanging up, she tied on an apron. Thankfully, she'd stocked up on groceries yesterday—there was no time to shop now.

Just as she plated the last dish, the doorbell rang.

Ethan and Milo stood together at the entrance.

"How did you two arrive together?" Jenna eyed them curiously.

"Ran into each other at the gate," Milo explained.

Jenna nodded. "Wash up first. Lunch is ready."

Ethan only gave a terse "Hmm."

The dining table was eerily silent. Jenna kept her head down, terrified Ethan might bring up her job at the club.

But he never mentioned it throughout the meal.

She exhaled in relief.

When she returned from washing dishes, only Ethan remained in the living room.

Her fingers twisted nervously.

"Mr. Roscente, should I prepare dinner?"

His gaze scraped over her like a blade.

Jenna shivered under his scrutiny.

"Was...was the food not to your liking?"

Those dark eyes held glacial contempt. Ethan remained convinced Jenna had manipulated Grandma Blanche into forcing this marriage upon him.