Chapter 92

To have Nathan wait for her was a "privilege" Reyna never got to enjoy while they were dating. For the last eight years, he'd always been the one who called the shots, while she'd been so devoted to their relationship that she nearly lost herself. Reyna smiled, but her eyes were full of derision. "Do you still remember my usual order?" Nathan winced, though his diffidence didn't stop him from saying tenderly, "I'll call the waiter over, and you can order whatever you like, Reyna." He'd forgotten her usual order, as expected. Reyna's features twisted into something like a sneer, but she didn't get angry. Instead, she called the waiter over and placed her order, the gesture as familiar as breathing. "You've forgotten, after all. I usually order a latte because I think I could use a touch of bitterness to balance out the sweetness of life and make it last. I even planned on opening a cafe of my own. "I'd get to decide on its opening hours, and on days when I choose to close it, I'd