Chapter 84: Let's Make Dinner Together Again

Chapter 84: Let's Make Dinner Together Again!

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After about half an hour, Wanda finally calmed down and left Lorien's embrace. He reached out and gently wiped away her tears.

Wanda smiled through her tears. "Let's go, let's buy some vegetables and cook for ourselves!"

"Yes, let's cook for ourselves," Lorien agreed.

And so, the two frantically picked vegetables at the market.

"Do you want this?" Wanda asked.

"Yes, but go and buy some more potatoes," Lorien replied.

"Okay, what about this?"

"No, go and get me a fish instead."

"And this? And this?"

"Wanda, we only have two mouths. Four dishes are enough; we can't finish five."

"True, but we can eat it after waking up."

"Don't waste food. Why not eat fresh ones when we wake up?"

"Okay~"

Finally, with big bags and small bags, they prepared to leave the mall. Wanda looked around, then suddenly tapped Lorien.

"Huh?" Lorien turned to look at Wanda, who pointed to a... special music store. In the U.S., this kind of store isn't typically found in places like this.

"You don't want to buy it?" Lorien's eyes lit up.

Wanda smiled without speaking, simply holding out her hand.

"Card, I'll reward you today," she said.

"Here!" Lorien handed over the card instantly. "My bank card password is 2000..."

He watched Wanda walk into the shop, waiting expectantly. At that moment, Lorien could guarantee this was the most anticipated moment of his life!

After a while, Wanda emerged with a privacy bag. Lorien's eyes sparkled.

"Let me see!"

"Nope," Wanda teased, patting Lorien. "We'll see when we get home."

"Fine!" Lorien immediately took Wanda home. They bought it, after all. There's no running away from it now—it can be used sooner or later. Heck, it's all the same!

Driving almost recklessly, Lorien sped home, nearly pressing the pedal into the gas tank. As they entered the underground garage and parked, Lorien grabbed the special bag first, then the vegetable basket, and they headed upstairs via the private elevator.

Once they reached the top floor and entered the apartment, Lorien wasted no time. As soon as the vegetable basket was set down, he ripped open the bag.

"Ah~!" Wanda tried to stop him, feeling a bit embarrassed to have him tear it open in front of her. But by then, Lorien had already finished. He looked at the translucent clothes and the particularly short skirts inside and nodded, satisfied. Then, he stuffed everything back into the bag and headed straight into the kitchen with the vegetables.

"I'll cook!" he said, hurrying away. It was obvious—Lorien was in a rush, really urgent! He wouldn't mind being called King right now; he'd own up to it!

Wanda just rolled her eyes helplessly and followed him into the kitchen.

In about an hour or so, Lorien brought out all five dishes one by one—Chinese and Western, including potato stew with beef and a salad platter. Everything looked delicious!

"Dinner time!" Lorien called out.

Wanda finally picked out a bottle of wine from the rack. "This should be good, right?"

Lorien looked at the wine and nodded. "Not bad, the taste is pretty mild. Perfect for drinking slowly, especially the first time."

"That's good."

Wanda usually didn't drink alcohol, preferring juice instead. But tonight, she needed some courage.

After sitting at the table, they began dinner. Wanda picked up a piece of beef and potatoes, tasted it, and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Delicious!"

Lorien grinned proudly. Cooking was his specialty.

"Eat more if you like it."

"Hmmm!" Wanda wasn't pretentious at all. She genuinely enjoyed the food and began to feed Lorien.

Lorien just poured the wine, and Wanda drank it in one gulp. Her face quickly turned rosy, and Lorien realized she had a low alcohol tolerance—she got drunk easily.

As expected, after just two glasses, Wanda's face was flushed.

"Eat," Wanda said, handing a piece to Lorien. "Ah~"

Lorien opened his mouth and ate it, knowing well how good his cooking was.

"Good."

Wanda smiled happily. After the dinner, with a beautiful ambiance and a full sense of atmosphere, Wanda was so drunk that the world around her seemed to blur. She hummed a song in an unknown key, then pulled Lorien up to dance. Under the soft singing from the TV, the two danced slowly together.

Gradually, the dance became more heated.

"Wow~!" With a clatter, Wanda kicked something. She looked down—it was the special packaging box Lorien had torn open earlier.

For a moment, Wanda raised her head to look at Lorien. Another moment passed, and they were all over each other. It was like throwing a log into an oil tank or igniting the fuse on a bunch of bombs.

The sleepless night had just begun. The raging fire burned all night without stopping, even if someone was shouting "no" or "I can't take it anymore."

But meanwhile, Hela was taking a beating. Yes, really taking a beating!

A few hours ago, Hela's signature dark green had started to fade. She had been wrestling with a suit of armor, battling from Germany's airport to all over the world. Eventually, Hela couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to find Lorien again but couldn't. She had to keep running, and that armor just kept chasing her.

Hela had originally planned to build a good relationship with Lorien and his group, but she hadn't expected to be overwhelmed by the Destroyer armor as soon as she arrived at the airport!

This was why Hela had disappeared. She had just broken through her seal and was in a weakened state. Worse, she discovered her divine power was continuously draining, and it couldn't be reversed!

After finally shaking off the Destroyer armor, Hela looked at her tender hands, quickly finding a mirror to check. The reflection showed a version of herself from the past—her face and body had reverted to how she looked during her early days in Asgard!

"No!" Hela refused to accept it. How could she have turned into a girl again? Maturity was the standard of combat effectiveness, and losing her divine power made her look younger!

This meant her divine power was truly gone. And for a god, losing divine power was catastrophic. Hela understood that deeply.

"No! I have to find Lorien!" Hela turned and fled, with the Destroyer armor still on her heels. If this continued, she feared she'd revert to a loli version of herself.

For Hela, the appearance was secondary—she absolutely couldn't accept the disappearance of her divine power. This was the result of her efforts over thousands of years!