Perhaps she <b>should </b>suggest using Renee’s own clothes from the wardrobe, but she decided against it, assuming it <b>might </b>be a romantic gesture between them
Marcelo’s ck shirt hung on Renee like an oversized dress, her injured knee and lower leg exposed, creating a striking contrast with the dark fabric.
Marcelo watched, his expression hardening
Abath towel would have been more appropriate,
Before the doctor entered, the maid cautioned him not to look around too much<b>. </b>However, human curiosity often prevails. Inadvertently, the doctor nced at Renee, Immediately drawing a stern warning from Marcelo. “Cane to keep your eyes?
It was a threat
“I’m s
sorry, Mr. King The doctor quicly averted his gaze, apologizing.
In his profession, patients were seen without gender s
“Is Mrs. King’s injury only on her knee?” he inquired, carefully removing the bandage.
“Yes,” Marcelo confirmed, having préviously checked.
Renee Renee’s main issue now was intoxication.
As the bandage came off, the severity of the wound was apparent. The prolonged soaking had worsened its appearance.
The doctor began his treatment
“Ouch!” At the touch, Renee woke up, reacting sharply to the pain and instinctively pulling away. “Don’t move!” Marcelo firmly held her shoulder, steadying her
“Mrs. King, it’s crucial to treat this properly to prevent infection,” the doctor tried to reassure her.
“I can’t stand it! It’s too painfull Renee protested, writhing in difort.
As she spoke, her legs curled up, and she involuntarily leaned closer into Marcelo’s <b>hold </b>
“Renee, stay still!“Marcelo’s could feel her clinging to his chest
<b>With </b>Renee draped in only his shirt, the thin fabric barely separating their skin,Marcelo’s awareness of her body against <b>his </b>intensified.
A subtle desire spread within him.
“No….it hurts! Staying still doesn’t help! It hurts! You Bled to me!” Her tears began to flow as the doctor touched her wound with crumpled gauze.
Marcelo had thought she might be exaggerating, but looking down, he saw genuine tears streaming down her face, marring her usually perfect features.
Was she actually crying?
Were they tears of sadness?,
She did seem rather pitiful.
“Stop! It’s too painful… It’ll be fine! It’ll heal on its own! No more treatment, please!”
Renee, who had endured the afternoon’s treatment in silence, now sobbed and protested. Attempting to push the doctor away, she nearly tumbled off the
bed.
mly. “Don’t move!”
“Renee!” Marcelo caught her swiftly, holding her firmly.
<b>“</b><b>You’re </b>scolding me?” Her disbelief was evident, her voice tinged with usation. “You’re angry at me.“She wailed.
Marcelo was at a loss for words, sighing deeply.
When had he scolded her?
His <b>voice </b>might <b>have </b>raised in urgency, but that was all.
Frustrated<b>, </b>he wondered if he shouldn’t reprimand her given her current drunken state.
Not receiving an immediate response, Renee confronted him. “What right do you have to scold me?!
“I’m your husband!” He retorted, teeth clenched.
Engaging with someone intoxicated was proving to be a test of his patience.
“My husband?” Renee pondered, then confidently dered, “No, you’re not! You’re a jerk! Ouch!” Distracted by their exchange, Renee winced as the doctor, perhaps startled by her outburst, applied a bit more pressure to her wound.
Atthat moment, the doctor felt <b>Marcelo’s </b>icy stare,
His expression darkened as he issued a stem warning. “If you can’t apply medicine properly, you shouldn’t be a doctor.”
“I am being careful… I mean, I apologize! I’ll be more gentle!” The doctor hastily adjusted his approach, acutely aware of the gravity of treating even a superficial wound der Marcelo’s scrutiny.
Astounding revtion! Mrs. King called Mr. King a jerk! Strangely, he was unfazed!
Was the recent gossip about their strained rtionship inurate?
“The wound’s fine! Stop, don’t touch me! It hurts!” Renee hugging her legs, adamantly refused further <b>treatment</b>. Pain was no longer something she was willing to tolerate.
“if it’s hurting, the wound is still healing.” Marcelo responded coolly.
state<b>–</b>resistant and tearful-
Renee’s pour conveyed a sense of genuine grievance, as it <b>Marcelo’s </b>steenness had <b>wounded </b>her, Seeing Renee in this st
Marcelo was taken aback.
He hadn’t anticipated her bing so unmanageable when intoxicated.
The doctor, hesitating to disobey Marcelo’s directive bin wary of Renee’s distress, refrained from further action
“Mr. King, perhaps you could persuade Mrs. King to cooperate?” the doctor suggested tentatively.
Persuade her?
This was unfamiliar territory for Marcelo,
After a briel pause, he attempted a different approach. “Rence, if you cooperate with the doctor, I’ll buy you a handbag.”
He recalled Jason’s advice about women: “Handbags can cure all a woman’s ailments. And if one doesn’t do the <b>trick</b>, just get another.”
Rence, still somewhat inebriated, gazed at Marcelo with a dazed yet attentive look, clearly hanging on his words.
Marcelo had mentally resolved to instruct Luke to purchase ten Hermes bags the next day.
But unexpectedly, Renee cupped his face with her soft hands, her eyes brightening
“I don’t want a bug, I want…” Her voice lifted joyously. “Hot chocte!”
Marcelo was momentarily taken aback by her simple request, What?
“<b>With </b>toppings,” She emphasized seriously, “Toppings are essentiall
<b>Marcelo</b><b>, </b>aware of Renee’s coffee–making skills, was surprised that her drunken fixation was on hot chocte
Was this really Renee?
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“Don’t you agree?” She became wary when Marcelo didn’t immediately respond<b>, </b>suspecting he might renege on his promise. “If you don’t agree, I won’t get treated! I <b>won’t</b><b>! </b>You’re a liar!”
Marcelo responded with a cold scoff.
He thought briefly <b>of </b>refusing, as it wasn’t his leg at stake.
But then, he acquiesced, “Okay.”
“Okay?” Renee, still under the influence, waited for him to borate.
Marcelo’s expression remained stole, almost intimidating “I will get <b>you </b>that hot chocte,” he conceded.
Renee’s face lit up with a satisfied smile. Suddenly, she leaned forward.
“Love you!”
She nted a swift loss on his lips!
The maid, observing this, nearly dropped the tray in surprise.
Renee’s whimsical actions were typical of someone inebriated, <b>devoid </b>of logic
“You kissed me earlier, so now we’re even!”
After her deration, Renee turned her attention away from Marcelo, sitting still to allow the doctor to continue.
She winced in pain, her expression reflecting a profound sense of grievance
Marcelo, momentarily taken <b>aback</b>, quickly regained hisposure as if the kiss hadn’t fazed him. Yet, to an observant eye, his gaze had deepened, conveying an intensity akin to a dormant beast. Underneath his calm exterior, he seemed ready to pounce, disying a predatory nature hidden beneath his controlled demeanor,
Alright, Mr. King Please ensure Mrs. King wound doesn’t get wet again,” the doctor advised afterpleting the treatment, visibly relieved yet sweating from the tension.
This simple procedure had felt more daunting than <b>a </b><b>high</b>–stakes surgery!
Marcelo’s poor shifted to the doctor and the maid. “Be careful with <b>what </b>you <b>say</b>.”
sa?” They both nodded quickly, understanding the importance of discretion.
They had no intention of spreading the day’s events such possip was forgotten as soon as they left the room
Renee, slightly dazed from her inebriation, remained seated on the bed, sleepiness tugging at her. Yet, she managed a sleepy “Hey! Bye!” to the departing doctor and maid, ber smile gentle and unguarded.
The maid instinctively clutched her chest, struck by the contrast.
Benec, typically the epitome of poise and elegance, transformed under the influence of alcohol… She was incredibly charming!
God Who could possibly resist such allure
It was no surprise that Marcelo appeared so amodating with her.
Renee then turned to Marcelo, puzzled <b>as </b>to why he hadn’t left.
“Bye!” She waved at him too,
Marcelo almost found humor in her state.
Gently holding her face, he gazed deeply into her eves, then down at her fished lips
“Renee, you’re mistaken”
What had she misunderstood?
Confused, Renee tried to focus, her mind muddled by alcohol
Marcelo rified, “That kiss, we settled before. But now, you’ve given me another one.
Her expression shifted to bewilderment. “Really? But I thought…”
Her eyes widened in shock.
Marcel lowered his head and kissed her <b>deeply</b>.