<b>Chapter </b>28
Marcelo, sporting a grim expression, seemed not to hear Renee’s question.
Luke, trailing them, was well aware of the reason behind Marcelo’s wheelchair use; sheerziness.
Despite his regr exercise routine, Marcelo viewed walking as necessary, preferring the convenience of a wheelchair Maybe because he had been pretending <b>for </b>a while and hadpletely gotten used to it.
“Mrs. King, are you alright?” Chad was taken <b>aback </b>to see Hence in the wheelchair.
It’s just a <b>minor </b>injury. I’ll be fine in a few days,” Renee reassured, keeping the exnation brief. “I’ll prepare <b>a </b>nutritious <b>soup </b>for you tonight,“Chat dered before heading to the kitchen.
Renee, slightly bemused, didn’t get <b>a </b>chance to rify the trivial nature of her wound.
“Let the maids know if you need anything,” Marcelo instructed, implying she should avoid wallding. He then proceeded upstairs to the study with Luke.
Once they were gone, Renee stood up.
“Mrs. King!” A maid rushed over, rmed.
“Don’t worry!<b>“</b>Renee chided lightly, proving her mobility by walking a few steps. “I’m just heading to my <b>room</b>.
On her <b>way</b>, she spotted a sparkling beverage with lemon slices. “Could you bring that sparkling drink to my room? <b>And </b>add some ice, please.”
Sparkling drink?
The mald fooled perplexed, recognizing the
Long Ind Iced Tea prepared earlier. Surprised by Renee’s casual reference to the cocktail as the sparkding drink, she wondered about her alcohol intake
“RENEE”
Two maids apanied me,one carrying the Long Ind iced Tea and the other close behind<b>, </b>ensuring that I won’t stumble down the stairs.
I keep telling them that I was perfectly fine but they won’t believe me.
Once in my bedroom, I rxed on the carpet, pouring the drink into a ss with ice I savored the first sip, the sour <b>lemon </b>and sweet honey perfectly blending with the unique <b>taste </b>of c and Fizz of carbonation.
The drink’s stimting texture added an intriguing twist
It was delicious!
It was paired wonderfully with a slide of rich vani cake.
Before I knew it, half the pitcher was gone
1 set down the ss, feeling slightly full and a bit light–headed but I was still quite lucid.
I then got my nightgown and headed for a bath.
*MARCELO*
Once I was finished at my study, I headed for the dining room for dinner but Renee wasn’t there.
<b>“</b>Where’s Rente!” I asked a mak.
“She went to her room after you headed upstairs.”
Her room was adjacent to mine.
I had to go check on her leg.I headed for her bedroom and knocked about three times on her door but there <b>was </b>no answer.
I bent the doorknob and walked into the room.
frowned when there was still no sight of her but near the French window was a table where a mostly empty pitcher of Long Ind Iced Teasar,
Only that it wasn’t actually a tea
It contained strong gin,rum,vodka and tequ.
And Renee almost finished everything
Was she a liary drinker?
Does the know how to hold her alcohol well?
A bad ang came from the bathroom and for some reason, my heart seized
I hurried into the bathroom and barged in without knocking.
Inside, the bathroom <b>was </b>filled with warm, mostly vapors
The bathtub overflowed and Reneeid submerged,only her head was above the water.
Her face was flushed and she looked greatly in difort.
Also, her injured right leg dangled outside the tub, the ankle visible but the bandaged knee submerged.
“Renee.“I grunted as 1 lifted her up from the bathtub.
Realizing her body felt hot against me, I panicked and quickly wrapped her in a towel.
As I carried her out of the room I yelled out.
“Get the doctor now!”
The maid at the door, jolted by hismand, rushed toply.
Renee’s consciousness wavered. She struggled <b>to </b>open her eyes, feeling an overwhelming urge to sleep
Marcelo gentlyid her on the bed, water from <b>her </b>body dampening the sheets.
Her skin, pale and delicate, gave her the appearance of a porcin doll, both exquisite and lifeless, as if she might slip into a deep slumber at any moment.
A sense of panic gripped his heart
“Renee, wake up!” be called urgently.
On the bed, Renee’s lips moved faintly, whispering incoherently
Marcelo bent closer, the strong scent of alcohol wafting from her.
“Yunny… I want a little more… My leg hurts…”
Marcelo’s expression darkened, frustration evident. “Serves you right,” he muttered.
The bandage on her knee was soaked and swollen, hinting at a worsening condition. Though Marcelo <b>was </b>ustomed to handling his own injuries<b>, </b>he hesitated to touch her fragile knee, fearing he might hurt her
Renee’s expression showed difort as she murmured about the pain in her lee.
“Where’s the doctor? <b>Marcelo’s </b>voice held an edge of Impatience, his usualposare slipping. “On the way!”
The family doctor arrived in haste, nearly stumbling into the
As the doctor neared the <b>door</b>, Marcelo abruptly stood and shut it with a forceful bang, nearly hitting the doctor’s face. This left the doctor confused Renee, covered only by a thin bath towel, shifted restlessly, Inadvertently exposing more of herself. His frustration was evident. He wanted to cover <b>her </b>moce decently, but the wet nket was of no use.
He cracked the door just enough for one person to pass through.
“You,e inside<b>,</b>” he directed the maid, tossing a shirt her way
The maid entered<b>, </b>catching a glimpse of Marcelo’s bare torso. She averted her eyes out of respect, “Cover her with this,” He instructed, gesturing towards Renee on the bed.
“Yes, sir.”
Obediently, the maid approached. She couldn’t help but notice Renee’s ethereal beauty, her damp hair contrasting against the white towel and her skin so pale. Even in her disheveled state, Renee exuded an artful grace.
The maid understood Marcelo’s privacy concerns; Renee’s allure was undeniable, captivating to anyone, <b>regardless </b>of gender. <b>She </b>gently dressed Rence in Marcelo’s shirt, puzzled by his reluctance to do it himself. Weren’t they a couple?